All Chapters of You Can Run But...: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

She had her back against him in the bathtub while he splashed water on her shoulder and her chest, which was a little red and scarred, and she inhaled, looking peaceful, her eyes closed, as she snuggled her head against his chest.At intervals, he picked up a soft sponge and brushed her shoulder."Went too hard?" he asked.She knew what he was asking; he had ravished her like an addict at the sight of cocaine, and while he had whispered his apology as she whimpered, he didn't stop.But she shook her head, "Just perfect."He then traced her shoulders again. "We're even now."'what""I marked you too."She chuckled. "I didn't know it was a competition; I'll try harder next time."He then held her chin so he could kiss her already swollen lips, and she reciprocated, not able to get enough of the bad boy.He suddenly stood up from the water, leaving her frowning alone in the bathroom. If this had to go on for a few more times, she had to find a way to even forget about the fun Amara told

Under the sheets, which were over her head, she was working to get the pain out with a little bit of sleep, for she was tired of crying, which she had been doing since they left, and now it was past evening.She didn't know if he was back, and she didn't think she cared; she knew she was selfish, but she couldn't shake the feeling that Jane's grandparents weren't the real deal. And why did Jane not know anything about them?"Gianna, you want to go drink it out." She turned to Amara, who was dressed in a shimmering short dress, her elbow placed against the opened door, her dark hair packed in a ponytail; she wasn't in the club already, but she was looking drunk."Amara, please don't come home drunk," she said out loud before realizing she had called it "home." "If you do, get a taxi or call, alright.""I think that's exactly what we both need—Jane's gone, and Damon's acting like an asshole," she blinked, pushing the tears back in, "not like I feel it, he can go to hell for all I care;

Heart racing and blood running cold, Gia looked up to see Zayne, who had Jane on his shoulder, beginning to walk towards her, and immediately she typed the number out on her phone and quickly threw the napkin in the water.She tried to regain her composure before they reached her, her phone beside her again, glasses over her eyes, so they didn't see the tension that lay underneath.He and Jane were in the middle of a very heated argument."I didn't mean it when I said yes.""But you said yes.""With a frown on my face, I'll tell Gia to whoop your ass, and you'll be sorry.""Language Jane"And she grumbled. He dropped her on the floor, standing on her flip-flops, then he bent down and took Gia's lips, flowing gently, trying to get her in his mood.But then he pulled back, his brows knit, and asked, "Are you okay?"She forced a smile on her lips and nodded, "I've just been here for too long; I think I'm ready to go back to the manor now."His brows furrowed, and she swallowed, feeling g

He felt her shoulder tensing and her stomach doing a flip, and he sighed, placing his forehead on the back of her neck. breathing in her scent.Was that why he was behind her, so she didn't see his face when he spoke those words out in the room? to her ears?Or was she dreaming? "Zayne..." "I know, unbelievable."She wanted to nod, but she couldn't find her movement.The voice grew weaker. "I'm a wreck, every flaw you can find, I make the same mistakes all over again," his hand gripped hers, "and I hurt you in more ways than anyone could count."The side of his face was against her back, and her breath quickened; she felt trapped; she felt confused; he didn't only care... He also... was he okay?"When I saw you in the truck, Gianna, everything spelled a trap; the next move was to kill you, but I broke it."It wouldn't do with her back to him, she wanted to see his face when he said it to her, she wanted to find if there was any truth in that eyes."After I watched Matteo die, I was

Wasted.Drained.AchingFooledAnother fucking careless mistake, he couldn't explain, back against the ground, his clothes roughed up, the sting of her bites on his neck and shoulders.She was gone, gone before he had fully regained himself. Good for her; he would have lost it at the sight of her still beside him.Once again, he had fallen into her schemes. He sat up, ignoring the ache in his head, undoing the remaining buttons on his shirt as he walked into the bathroom.Hands flat against the wall, he let the water run down on him. The aftereffects of the drug had him staring down at his erection, which was gradually lying down.In anger, he washed her off him so hard there was almost a bruise, and he slammed his palms against the wall, placing his forehead on it. What had he done? Again?!It was nine in the morning already; sure, Jane was awake, but he wasn't prepared to return to the manor; he felt weak, used, and ruined. Though out of his will, she had gotten on with it, now relat