Escaping My Arranged Marriage With My Biker Student
The second things don’t go his way, he flies off the handle, and now he’s gone, leavin' us all to pick up the pieces.
I glance down at Ebony, who’s clutching me tightly, her face buried against my chest as she sobs quietly. Her sobs are muffled, but each one feels like it echoes in the room. She’s lost in her own fear, and I don’t blame her. Joker was losin' it back there—spiralin' deep into a dark place I know too well. We’ve all seen it before, but this time... this time feels different. It feels like somethin' bad is about to happen, somethin' none of us can pull him back from.