Hiiiđ¤ Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Well, there's just a chapter left in the bonus chapters. So I'd really like to know what y'all would want to see in there đ. P.S: Seeing Joan and Aaron get married and have their baby would happen in the second book. Do drop your thoughts and I'd work on giving everyone the happy ending they wantđ
âĄJoan⥠Note: If you like reading with music, try Meryl Streepâs "The Winner Takes It All." Itâs even better with headphones. Enjoy! đđ¤ We left for Spainânot to visit Luna, but for a change of scenery. After a month of therapy, we were in a much better place. Healing wasnât instant, but we were making progress. I stepped into the living room, taking in my surroundings while Aaron pulled our bags in behind me. It looked both familiar and strange at the same time, like a place I knew but hadn't seen in years. A small smile tugged at my lips. To think this was where it all beganâmonths ago, maybe even a year. I walked over to the window where weâd first made love, my fingers brushing the glass. My scratches were still there. That surprised me. I half-expected Aaron to have changed the window, given his obsession with order. The fact that he hadnât? Well, that made my heart do a little flip. "Got any memories there?" His deep voice came from behind me. I glanced at him over my
Hiiiđ¤ Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Well, there's just a chapter left in the bonus chapters. So I'd really like to know what y'all would want to see in there đ. P.S: Seeing Joan and Aaron get married and have their baby would happen in the second book. Do drop your thoughts and I'd work on giving everyone the happy ending they wantđ
â¤Aaronâ¤The doctor discharged us a couple of days later and suggested we go to therapyâto help us cope with losing the baby.He had no idea how much Joan needed it. Sheâd seen someone die right in front of her, been caught in a shooting spree, lost our child, and seen me covered in blood. Even though she wasnât saying much, I knew it had left scars on her.I promised myself Iâd go with her to every session.Thatâs why I was opening the car door for her, helping her in before getting into the driverâs seat and pulling out of our compound. It was our first meeting with the therapist. She stayed quiet, staring out of the window like she wasnât really seeing anything. It had been happening a lot.A tight feeling grew in my chest, and my grip on the steering wheel hardened."Hey. You good?" I asked.She turned to me, her eyes dull, missing the usual spark.She pressed her lips together and nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine," she muttered, looking away.My jaw tensed.The rest of the ride passed in
âĄJoan⥠I had no idea how much time had passed, but when I opened my eyes, someone was sitting next to me. Shoulders hunched, head bowed, my hand in hisâand he was bloody. Damn bloody, all over. I swallowed hard, my throat dry and parched. âAaron,â I whispered, and his eyes snapped up to meet mine almost immediately. They were bloodshot. I didnât need anyone to tell me why. My own eyes itched and burned as I pressed my lips together to hide the tremble. âWe lost the baby, didnât we?â I asked quietly, as a tear slipped from the corner of my eye. I stared up at the ceiling. âItâs my fault. Itâs all my fault. If Iâd maybe listened to you andââ âItâs not your fault,â he cut in. His voice sounded cold, detachedâvery unlike Aaron. In the four years Iâve known him, heâs never sounded this... broken. I donât know. I glanced at him. His jaw was clenched tight. My eyes traveled down his body where he sat. His shirt was soaked in blood. How badly had they hurt him? Why wasnât he being
âĄJoan⥠He got me to the car, opened the door, and helped me in. His shirt was stained, and since it was a lighter grey color, the blood was obvious. Ironic, that we were both bleeding, both capable to take lives. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his palm resting against my cheek as he locked eyes with me. âYouâll be fine. The baby will be fine too,â he said softly, and a tear slipped from my eye. Another followed, until I was crying again. I didnât want to lose our baby. What kind of mother does that make me, if I canât even protect my child? âWhat ifââ âShush,â Aaron interrupted, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. âIâm going back in there to finish this, okay? If Iâm not out in five minutes, press this button.â He pointed to a button just beneath the steering wheel. âThe car will automatically drive you wherever you need to go once you input your location in the GPS,â he added, but I shook my head. He looked away, quickly typed an address into the GPS, then tu
â¤Aaron⤠A gunshot cracked through the air. Missed. I spun around, heart poundingâwhere the hell did that come from? My eyes snapped back to Joan. She closed her eyes, and I lost it. I pressed the trigger, hitting the leg of the bastard holding her. His groan echoed as he collapsed to one knee. His crew flinched, but my men stepped forward, guns raised and ready. One wrong move, and theyâd all be dead. Hell, theyâre dead already for even laying a hand on her. And if anything happened to her or our baby⌠God help them. I shoved my gun into the back of my jeans and crossed the distance in seconds, catching her in my arms before the man could drop her like garbage. She felt a little heavy, too still. My chest tightened. I hated this feeling. The last time I felt this helpless was when she slipped into that coma. And now? If she slipped away from me⌠if I lost her or the baby⌠I wouldnât survive it. Killing these bastards wouldnât be enough. Iâd want them to drown in their own bl