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Chapter 141: Purple Lines

NATHAN

What was she playing at? Thinking she could get me to spill away my guts to her.

And about Layla.

I hadn't spoken about her in years.

It felt like a different lifetime altogether. It'd been so long ago I felt like… it hadn't happened.

I hadn't lost a family.

I wasn't going to think about that.

I made deliberate attempts to divert my thoughts towards something else.

I hadn't had my hands in her ginger hair as much as I'd like.

I hadn't even realized how much I'd wanted her until I'd had to pull away last minute from her last night.

It'd taken a lot to walk away, knowing I couldn't talk about the things she wanted to hear.

I turned from my room window, the sight too plain, a reminder of all I'd lost here in the Black Saint pack house.

A reminder of all I'd fucked up.

My mistakes stared me in the face every morning, blinding me with my apparent faults that hadn't been so apparent at the time.

I decided not to seek Patrice out, no matter that I badly wanted to ask her what t
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