jack .

Sneering in her direction.

He most certainly did not.

Get back to work.

She will come back to him.

This isn’t over. @soholovedoll.bsky.social

He just calmly held his hand out for his keys, he was doing his very best not to lay even a finger on her but she was pushing him to his limit. “I’m not leaving without you.”

“You asked for my help and I gave it to you.” He sighed, locking her door and starting the engine.

“Are you actually listening to me? The club is gone!” He shouted, but the moment he raised his voice, he slipped into flashbacks of his time in the hospital.

So he did his best to stay calm. “There’s nothing left of my time there, except you. Even Lola left me . .”

“You came after me first, was I just supposed to not let self preservation and survival instincts take over?” He asked angrily, but he moved towards her again.

“I don’t even work there anymore, your cop friend and Lola got the club shut down.”

“I only want you back, you can come willingly.” He whispered, moving one hand to brush gently through her hair.

“I was only ever good to you, and what did I get for my trouble?” He snapped, still keeping a slight grip on her as he tried to drag her to his car.

“You nearly killed me that night, and I spent months in the hospital. I didn’t deserve that.”

Glaring when she fought to get free, he dragged her out into the backyard and around the side of the house. “I’m not losing you again.”

Sighing when she started shouting for help, he put his hand over her mouth and held her against him. “Don’t fight me, Alexandria.”

Grabbing hold of her arm, he tugged her towards him. “Come back to me, Alexandria. You were always mine, and you can be again.”

“There’s no one else here for you, it’s just me.” He shook his head, dragging the knife from her grasp and throwing it across the room.

Then he moved towards her again. “You’ve never stopped being mine, I know I’m still in your head.”

“Had to get you off my cock somehow.” He muttered, but then he stood up and moved to stand behind her. “But I’m back for you now.”

Putting his glass down, his gaze was following her around the room because he didn’t trust her.

“I had you as well, many times. There was always a chance.”

That earned her a cold laugh, but he stared seriously at her. “Who fathered him?” He was attempting to figure out the child’s age to do the calculations.

“mm, I don’t think so. what proof do you have that your spawn is your husband’s?” he asked coldly.

she didn’t actually believe that, did she? he’s always been able to find her.

there’s a cold smirk as she hurried in. “nice to see you too.”

what a shame he’s already in the kitchen, teaching her devil spawn how to make a cocktail.

he’s not interested in money.

whatever helps her sleep at night.

and yet it’s bothering him.

mm, he could. but where’s the fun in that?

he’s kept tabs on her, rumour has it her past is causing trouble with her so called husband.

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𓋜 ᵀᴴᴱ ᔆᴵˣᵀᴵᴱᔆ ᔆᵀᴬᴿᴸᴱᵀ ˖ ◜

all these years, and she still can’t get him out of her head. @soholovedoll.bsky.social

Jack.

“Well, you know, she started out as a coat check girl.”

❝Are you leading me on? Tomorrow will you be gone?❞

𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 #𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑔𝓁𝑜𝓌.