Chapter 79

• Lucas
• Seeing her like that…hurting, broken, and barely holding herself together, it fucking wrecks me. And yeah, I know it’s my fault. Every ounce of her pain? That’s on me. It’s all on me.
• And now, here she is, stuck in this shithole surrounded by the lowest scum on earth. I glance down at the bald bastard bleeding out on the floor, his face already a Picasso painting of bruises. The urge to finish him off? Strong. Too fucking strong. My fists clench, but I force myself to step back. I can’t lose control now, not when I’m already a goddamn mess.