he would sit down next too her. “ Your sister was abused by a teacher and Hades had me go just kill him. ” he stood from the bed going to wash his hands
he shrugged he understood kids not having parents he knew that life all too well. his own had died before he could even remember what there voice sounded like. he would meet her eyes “ Your ex sounds like a dick ” he admitted “ and no parents is fine i don’t know mine either. ”
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"Yes, please." Adjusting the hem of her mini skirt and taking a seat on the stool. A warm smile. He was gentle, it seemed. He understood her. Not as gruff as she initially thought. "My ex." She nods. "It sounds crazy but I don't have any parents."
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he picked up on her not sitting down right away he would meet her eyes as he glanced towards the beer a head tilt as he wondered a long second. did he have too order her to be allowed too sit.
“ Join me ﹖ ” he asked pointing towards the chair for a moment as he sighed and took
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"We can talk about him." She serves up the food and gently placed it in front of him. Waiting for permission from him to sit. A bad habit from her former relationship. "What do you want to know?" She cracks open a beer she got from the fridge and hands it to him.
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He would walk into the club house later that night as he walked too Pamela no questions he picked her up and carried them to their room.
“ Sit. ” he said almost in a commanding way. “ We need to talk ”
asking the right questions with her so it might take him time too come up with the questions from the way she made it sound it was her father who was hurting her.
“ Well no fallin apart pretty girl. ” he was serious he couldn’t handle a girl falling apart on him right now but he’d make distance between the two going to sit at the bar top.
“ Just know when you are ready to talk about it all I am here although . ” he knew that required
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"He used me for starters." She doesn't mention he created her. "He just wants me to be his property and I don't love him. So he kept me prisoner. I got away though. One of the guys found me at a bar. Brought me here. I feel safe. I'm fragile." She admits.
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he would tilt his head as his eyes went too anything but trying to look at her he would watch her cut the food a small smile “ what did he do to you ﹖ ” he asked her as he would lean against the countertop. his eyes would wonder for a half a second.
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"I'm not hiding who it is. Just nobody has asked the right questions. I don't want to overshare and be an inconvenience to you or anyone else here. Besides. He would meet his match here. All these strong men. He is the challenging type, but...."
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he would tilt his head wondering for a long moment “ It’s always be home. ” he admitted going too eat the tomato that was offered. “ My great grandfather started this place and been passed down through my bloodline. ” he shrugged as he glanced towards her. “ Hopefully you grow
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"Someone who wants to hurt me." She is cutting tomatoes. She chops a piece and salts it before passing it. "Here. You seem really hungry." Moving to the onion. Eyes tear up. Eyedrops welling. "You like it here? Must feel so safe within your family."
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