Secrets

by Sophie Grace

“Of course I’m fucking scared!” I say in a hushed whisper. “This is not the life for a woman.” She retreats a step, stammering, “There’s other women here.” True, but they’re not my woman.

I love myself a protective men 😮‍💨

I can’t accept her in this life. It goes against everything I’ve ever fought for since I met her. I’m not a fucking gentleman, but I’ve always prided myself on the fact I’d protect this woman until the very end. And I’ll continue to do so even if I die trying … but I can feel my lifeline faltering.

yup dying alone 🥲

“No one talks about harming my woman and gets away with something as simple as a bullet wound.” My woman … My woman. My. Woman.