Torn
it up, and handed it
back.
    I hated that I hurt him. Even through
everything that happened, I never once thought to exact revenge or
retaliate against him.
    The door creaked, pulling me from my
thoughts. “Brody will be right up to take you to the hospital.”
    Looking over my shoulder at Jane, I said,
“Okay, thanks.” Sniffling, I quickly grabbed the cloth napkin and
blotted my tearstained cheeks.
    “Oh sweetheart, what’s wrong? What happened?”
Jane frowned sympathetically. “Here, give me that. You’ve got
mascara everywhere.”
    I handed her the soft white cloth. “I just
literally blew his whole freakin’ world to shit, Jane. He told me
he loved me and asked me to pick him and what do I do? I tell him I
love Jaxon and that I want to be with Jaxon, that I don’t love him
the same way anymore.”
    Cradling my head to her chest, Jane tried to
comfort me. “Shh, shh, shhhhh. It’s okay honey, it’s all gonna be
okay.”
    I pulled back and stood. “No it’s not. You
didn’t see him. The way he looked at me when I told him, I broke
his heart. It killed me to do it, but I had to be honest with
him.”
    “We all have our own paths, Leila. You have
to walk yours and be true to yourself. We don’t know what tomorrow
holds, we just have to follow the path and have faith in God. When
we get to the end of the path and look back, all of the unanswered
prayers will make sense. He never said it would be easy, just that
it would be worth it.”
    “Thank you, Jane.” I gave her hand a squeeze
before I turned to clean up our breakfast plates.
    “Leave it. Brody will be here any second and
will want to leave immediately. It’s best not to make him wait
right now.”
    “You’ve seen him?”
    She nodded. “Down at the barn.”
    “You’ll keep an eye on him and take care of
him when I’m gone, right? I don’t want him to start drinking again
and become that person you told me about.”
    “Like he was my own, dear.” She smiled
sweetly then started clearing the table.
    “Leila, I’m ready to go,” Brody bellowed from
the front foyer.
    “Guess that’s my cue. I’ll see you later
today.” Using my index fingers, I wiped any leftover smudges
away.
    “Try and have a good day honey.”

 
    Chapter Four
    Jaxon
    I fought through the thick, dark fog, trying
to get to her. I heard her pleading and begging me to open my
eyes.
    I tried so hard, willing my eyes to open to
see her gorgeous face and those soft auburn curls. She was my
world. I’d give up everything to keep her beside me. I’d walk away
from everything I knew with no regrets, if it was her I was walking
to. I had never thought there’d come a day when I’d want someone
more than I wanted my next breath, but she had become my air. Leila
and our daughter were my next breath.
    Yep, I’ve become a total
pussy . But if that meant I had her, I didn’t give two fucks.
She was worth every moment of the ridicule I’d taken from the club
over the last several months.
    “Please open your eyes, baby.” Her voice was
soft and velvety, but it was slowly fading away. “Jaxon, you have
to wake up. I can’t do this without you. You are my whole life. We
need you. Please, baby.” She paused. “Drake, why isn’t he awake
yet?”
    Then I heard another voice. “Lei, I told you
as much as I know. His body has been through a tremendous ordeal.
We lost him multiple times. He’s fighting to recover and he’s not
out of the woods yet, baby girl.”
    What. The. Fuck.
    Lost him multiple
times.
    What the hell was going on here? I thought
back, trying to remember what happened, and then it hit me like a
freight train. The run had gone to shit. The buyers showed up
without the money and the Cartel were pissed. I took two in the
chest.
    Oh fuck. I was the “him” they lost.
    I tried to scream I was here, but nothing
happened. All of a sudden I heard something beeping like crazy,
then voices again.
    “His BP and heart rate are spiking. Sheila,
get me one and a
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