My heart raced in a way that it never did before. All I could think about is what would happen if a vehicle struck that little girl. There wasn't time to speak or think, not in situations such as these.
Horns blared as I sprinted out into traffic. I realized that this little girl and her mother turned me into an addict. Not the type that did drugs, I craved little things from them, such as kisses and hugs.
In a matter of seconds, I saw what truly mattered. Not me or any of them idiot bikers, and I didn't care what happened to me after.
As long as Stormy and her mother are safe, I'll take what I get. I guess that's fate.
I always believed I would never do anything great until that day. I grabbed Stormy and threw her out of the way.
The car struck me, but I didn't care. After all those years, I finally got what I deserved. After what I did, I didn't deserve happiness. We were happy, even if for a short time, but that's it for me. That's the end of the line. I couldn't imagine a better reason to die.
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The Bad Things (Book 5)
RomanceAfter the death of her husband, Abigail returns to her hometown with her toddler. Abigail swore off all men, but an unexpected familiar guy walks back into Abigail's life. As crazy as the guy is, she can't help but fall into a trance over him. Is Ab...
