Tongue

Tongue

RUTHLESS KINGS MC LAS VEGAS CHAPTER Book 8

I’m too dark for her light.

I am who I am, and I won’t fucking apologize for it.
I don’t know how to be…normal.
I’ve been through hell.
I’ve touched the flames themselves and I’ve danced with the devil.
Intimately.
Being that close to damnation ends up torching a man’s soul to black.
And then I see her from my corner, my shadows, and I’m enthralled.
I can’t speak to her. She’s too fragile, too pure, too innocent for hands like mine.
But I can watch her, I can make sure she’s safe.
Watching her, following her, I learn things about her.
She loves books.
And I want to love them too.
She loves wine.
Maybe I can try it and have a glass with her one day.
Learning to be better for someone is hard when you know your heart isn’t worth a damn.
I keep an eye on her, anyway.
Becoming obsessed.
Entranced.
I know she feels me.
She looks for the reason why the hair on the back of her neck is standing up.
My darkness is closing in.
I stay in the shadows, my home.
And then, her tears fall.
I want to stop them.
Whatever happened, she runs away.
She moves. 
So I do the thing I do best when it comes to her
I follow.