Chapter 185
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“I… I can keep quiet p>
I chuckled, knowing he couldn’t, but I didn’t give a damn. My guys know all my perverted ways, and no one dares confront me, not if they still want to keep their lives.
“Then, what are we waiting for? Get that ass in the car so I can have my wicked ways with you p>
I couldn’t help but place my hand on the small of his back as we headed out. I thanked Stevens, and he gave us his best wishes for our future. I hugged the man, feeling Oscar tense behind me.
“Thank you, Doc. I’m the lucky bastard here. I still can’t believe Oscar wanted me,” I said with a laugh. Stevens just shook his head, telling me that Oscar saw the goodness in me.
“Take care of him, Oscar. I wish you both all the happiness I know you’ll have. You deserved this, Zal. Don’t forget that p>
“Thanks, Doc. I won’t.” His last words stunned me, remembering the night years ago when I rambled about my life, and he convinced me that one day I’d find someone who loves me as I am.
I hadn’t come to terms with the true person I was, but he had bravely worn my ring, a token of my devotion and our love. Maybe he’d run when he found out, though I kept on hoping he wouldn’t.
“What did Steven mean by ‘you deserve this’?” he asked as soon as the divider was up between us and the front seat, muffling our conversation from my men.
“Wow, nothing gets past you, does it p>
“I was CEO of my dad’s company for years. If anything gets past me, then the company would be in trouble, and I’d be screwed p>
“Mmh… and now you’re screwing me. How’s that for a change?” I tried to distract him with another topic, but he was too damn inquisitive.
“Don’t. If we’re doing this, I want full honesty. I’m not going to be fooled for the third time p>
“Oscar,” I hated the fact that he felt I would do such a thing to him intentionally. I sighed, knowing I needed to tell him about my past. He had to know what future he was stepping into with me.
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“Four years ago, I was going to marry my fiancée. She was beautiful. We had a baby together, a son. One day, I watched her bring a guy home and sleep with him in our bed. We fought, and I kind of lost it when I shot the guy in front of her. She took off, taking my son with her p>
“Fuck… Zal, I’m so sorry,” he whispered.
Sorry? I almost laughed when he focused on my loss and not the fact that I killed the guy who slept with my fiancée.
The man was still naked, his dick still wet from her arousal, and I fucking lost it. She screamed when his blood splattered on her face.
“Yeah… it sucked,” I said, the bitterness in my voice softer than it had been in years. After all this time, the rage had faded, but I still missed my son. Some nights, I woke up thinking about him. “I found her and asked to speak to my son, but she had a restraining order against me and my son. Since then…” I struggled with my words, my chest tightening, and I had to blink a few times to clear the sting behind my eyes.
“Enough, you don’t have to,” Oscar whispered, nuzzling my neck and hugging me so hard, as if he knew I needed it.
“Look, Oscar, I love you. But I… he’s my son p>
“I know, baby p>
My emotions felt settled, having him in my arms grounded me. Somehow, the thought of not having him in my life… maybe Doc was right. Maybe I do deserve him. He felt so right. So fucking perfect in my arms.
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