Damaged Love - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,5

I was slipping.

Seclusion was not my thing.

I caved and got myself a real drink and grabbed my phone to text Gia.

We really need to talk.

I sent the text and waited.

I finished my first drink and she never replied to me.

So I helped myself to a second one.

Then I sent her another text.

You have no idea what this all means to me. This isn’t a game, Gia.

That text was sent.

And Gia never replied to that one either.

I took that as all the answer I needed.

I worked my way into a third drink and when I got tired, I went to my room, drink in hand, talking to the walls, giggling, and crashing down to my bed.

When my eyes shut, they… shut…

I fell asleep, hard.

I could feel my body sleeping hard.

I could almost hear myself snoring.

I even dared myself to have that dream again, but it never came.

There was no dream.

The first time in days where I didn’t have that awful dream of being in the hallways of BFH.

It was a glorious sleep.

One that was interrupted by the buzzing of my phone on the nightstand.

I lifted my head and felt like someone punched me in the forehead.

The worst part was that it was just after eleven.

That meant my sleep schedule was going to be messed up for the rest of the night now.

“Shit,” I whispered.

I saw the text message and groaned.

It was from Talon.

Need to see you.

That was followed by another one.

On my way.

Then a third one was waiting too.

I’m here.

I jumped up at that text.

The room spun for a second as my fingers tried to find the phone screen.

I groaned.

And I heard a noise behind me.

I looked over my shoulder…

Talon was in my bedroom.

I stood and turned.

I threw my phone to the bed and looked down at myself to make sure I was properly dressed.

Luckily I had gotten tipsy enough that I kept all my clothes on when I crashed to the bed.

“What are you doing here?” I snapped.

“I sent you a text, darling,” Talon said.

“You sent three.”

“So?”

“All at once?”

“No. Check the time.”

I leaned forward and looked down at my phone.

Talon had sent the three texts at different times.

I must have been sleeping so hard the third one was the one that woke me up.

Which was good.

Last thing I needed was Talon in my room while I was sleeping.

You never knew what a Troc was capable of.

I shivered.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“Haven’t heard from you,” he said. “Haven’t seen you either.”

“Aw, you miss me?”

“Something like that,” he said.

“I’m never going to fuck you, Talon.”

“I didn’t come here for that, Winter,” Talon said. “Plus, you look like hell right now. Were you drinking?”

“No.”

Talon pointed to the glass on the nightstand.

“That’s water,” I said.

I grabbed the glass and downed the vodka in it.

I wasn’t sure why I felt like I had to prove myself to him.

The vodka burned and I coughed.

Talon laughed.

“Yeah, I get it. I sometimes choke when I’m drinking water too.”

I lifted my middle finger at him.

He climbed onto my bed, on his knees.

He was so bad and inviting.

A bad boy dream. The worst kind of guy to get close to.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I told myself at least I wouldn’t get hurt by him.

I shook my head.

“What’s wrong, darling?” Talon asked.

“Again, what do you want?” I asked. “I’m tired. I don't feel good.”

“I want to know what we’re doing here,” he said. “We can’t give up now. We're just getting going.”

“I don’t know,” I said. “I’m thinking. Okay?”

“Thinking? That takes time. We don’t have time. And if we do have time, then time is money…”

I nodded. “You came here for money. Scumbag.”

“Who? Me?”

Talon loved it.

He loved being called dirty and scummy.

That’s how Trocs acted.

They reveled in it.

“Why should I fucking pay you?” I asked. “You made me throw the rock at Xavier’s window. I could have done that myself.”

“But you didn’t,” Talon said. “You needed me there to get the courage to do it.”

“You…” I sighed. “What’s next then?”

“For?”

“Noah, Easton, and Xavier,” I said. “What’s next?”

“Well, we’re in their heads. They’re jumpy but not worried. Now we can make them worried.”

“How?”

“Money first, action later, darling,” Talon said.

“You tell me something first. I’m done with this.”

“Oh, so now you're going to stand up to me?” Talon asked.

“Yeah. Maybe I am. Fuck this.”

“Fuck this is right,” Talon said. “Why don't we go tell them everything? I’ll bring some of my guys. We’ll have a good Trocs against Bumps fight.”

“What would that prove?”

“Nothing. I just feel like fighting someone.”

“Then