MilaI stared down at him. He was kneeling on the floor of his own club.He looked completely wrecked. The scars from his violent past standing out against his skin under the glare of the desk lamp. His knuckles were bruised black and blue, the sign of the violence he had committed just hours ago.He was right. He was in the mud.And seeing him like this, completely surrendered, utterly terrified of losing me… tore my heart entirely down the middle.A violent tremor shook my entire body. Fresh, hot tears spilled over my lower lashes, tracking slowly down my frozen cheeks.I didn't want him on his knees. I never wanted him to break."Ryan." I sobbed.I took a trembling step forward. I wanted to drop to my knees right there beside him. Every instinct, every cell in my body, was screaming at me to close the distance, to bury my face in his neck, to hold him until the terror in his eyes finally faded.But my feet refused to move."You still don't understand." My voice was shaking so badl
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