Sicko

by Amo Jones

“She will never be yours. You may have been able to get me away from her, but it’s my name she went to sleep whispering

at night, and it’s my name she screams when I’m between her thighs, and it’s my name that is engraved into her heart. All you did was fuck with fate.”

“She was going to be better than Olivia ever was, and for a brief moment, she was—” “—until I came back.” I smirk at Kyle, taking the seat that Lion was on, directly opposite him. “Hmm,” Kyle grunts. “Why was that?” I lean forward. “Because you can’t fuck with fate.”

“I love you. You know that, right?”

“What are you doing?” I say, exasperated. If I didn’t love her so damn much, I’d put a bullet between her pretty little eyes just to put myself out of my misery. She has always been the crux of my pain, but around that crux, we had a life together.

Guilt. Jade is the one person on this earth that I would straight-up kill, die, bend, snap, do anything for. She had me at her feet, ready to do whatever she wanted, but what if what she wants is to let me go.

and Royce hasn’t so much as flinched near me. That same fear I felt when I was a kid, I feel now too. Please don’t leave me.

“You’re mine, Duchess. In every fucking way that is possible for a woman to be owned by a man. You’re mine.”

“Like, girlfriend, or like, old lady, or fiancée?” His eyes close as he attempts to contain his laugh. I shove him again. “Shut up, Roy! Your world is weird.” His voice is hoarse from his laughing, his hard chest against mine. “Jade.” He kisses me. “All of the above.” My insides melt.

I will love this man for the rest of my life, and when we both finally die, our souls will continue to find each other wherever we end up. Because you can’t fuck with fate.