Took me a damn while to write this chapter. Sorry about that. Thanks to the people who added me onto their alerts and of course a big thank you for the people who reviewed! Anyways a new chapter. Hope you'll like it.

Rated M for a reason.


Gwen quickly send out a text to Tig that she was walking through Charming on was on her way home. She had to clear her mind. She understood that Lyla was upset, she would've been too. Gwen thought it was the worst for the children. A mother that loved them suddenly gone and now a father suddenly gone as well. It wasn't fair. But the argument: that ain't fair! Was only an argument you used when you were little and didn't know how to real world worked. Life wasn't fair. Very simple. You learned that the hard way.

She didn't realize she walking towards the shooting range, until she finally got there. She felt like she had neglected Bruce a little bit too much. He probably would freak out again and ask her who needed to be shot. She walked through the doors and looked for Bruce, but he wasn't there. "Hey how can I help you?" a younger man asked her. She guessed he was nearing the end of his twenties.

"I'm looking for Bruce, is he around?" Gwen asked. "Tell him it's Gwen. He knows me."

"No, he ain't here," the guy said. "Need me to leave a message?"

"Can you please call him for me, tell him that I wanted to say hi? Maybe now?"

"Uhh… yeah sure? You alright?" he asked a little unsure what to make of her request. He grabbed his cellphone and dialed a number. "Yeah, hey Bruce, uhh… a woman named Gwen said she's looking for you?" He hung up and looked at Gwen. "Yeah he said he would be coming over. Give him half an hour or something."

"Alright, got a gun and some rounds for me to shoot with?"

"Yeah sure," the guy said. He handed her the gun she asked for including a couple of rounds. She walked into the shooting area itself, putting on her headphones. Gwen put on some safety glasses and readied the gun. She quickly checked her phone and didn't see any notifications. She texted Tig to let him know that she was seeing Bruce at the shooting range.

"Girl why are you here?" Bruce asked after some chit chat. "You're only here when you're angry, frustrated, or scared. And your man only comes here when you're missing."

"I guess that's the best summary, yeah." Gwen agreed as she followed Bruce into his office.

"Lemme see those sheets." Bruce took the sheets from her hand and raised his eyebrow. "You got worse."

"Yeah I know," Gwen admitted.

"So why are ya here?"

"I just wanted to say goodbye. I might not be gone soon… but I know there's a chance I need to leave suddenly, you know? And I won't be able to say goodbye then. So thank you for everything, actually… I believe I've never done that properly."

"Is it that bad?" Bruce asked.

"Was bad. Might be worse soon," Gwen said bitterly taking a sip from her bottle of water. "So I'm just getting ready… Just in case."

"Gwen… I really hope you don't need to go, but… might be better that way." Bruce said. "Last time your old man was here, he was crying. He didn't know what to do with himself… Is he coming with you?" She shook her head.

"No, I don't think so. The club is his everything. No matter how much he loves me- the club is his life. And I can't change that." There was a knock on the office door and the younger man called Toby opened the door.

"There's a biker looking for you?" he asked, sounding a little unsure.

"That's my old man," she said.

"You're cue to leave," Bruce noted. She nodded.

"Yeah I guess it is," she stood up from the chair and gave Bruce one last hug. "Thank you."

"Keep that riffle I gave you loaded!" he yelled just before she walked out of the door towards her old man.


Gwen walked through her house. She grabbed her backpack and stuffed some stuff in it. "You gonna tell me about that red spot in your face and why you left without Jax?" Tig asked.

"Lyla was- I know she was being emotional, but she put all the blame on you. And I wasn't having that shit. I told her it was partially his own fault. Together with Jax's and Clay's. So she slapped me. Maybe she was right to do so, but I wasn't having it."

"You did what?!" Tig asked. "I thought you said she needed a friend and you…"

"A friend tells her friend the truth even if she doesn't wanna hear it." She didn't look at him as she put some clothes in her bag until she put her make-up in there as well. She turned around and faced him. "You think you can bear the look of me on my own bike?" she asked him.

Tig grinned a little. "Oh I think I can."

"Good, because I miss riding myself," she admitted.

"I was already afraid you were gonna tease me all the way on the road."

"You mean you were already looking forward to me teasing the shit out of you." She swayed her hips a little bit more than usual as she walked up to him. She took hold of his cut and stood upon her toes and kissed him gently. "Don't worry though. I'll make it up the lack of attention for you later."

"Then hurry up," Tig growled in her ear as she turned around.


The ride itself took a while, but Gwen was grateful for that. She finally was able to think about just the road and Tig who was riding right beside her. She was riding her brother's bike again. She had decided that it was better to get familiar with it. Plus her brother's bike was more suitable for longer stretches. Yet, she was happy with the small detours they took before they finally hit their destination. Monterey.

They were able to book a room for a night in a hotel that was close to the beach. They had a little time left in the town before the shops closed down for the day. They'd walked through some parts of town that harbored a couple of galleries. His old lady had stepped into several galleries looking at art works. Often she talked up with some of the artists and owners.

He could hear a hint of sadness in her voice when she mentioned she had to close down her studio. But she promised a majority of her pieces would be showcased online, before handing them a card. He felt bad that she'd felt the need to close her studio. But he got why. She barely had the time anymore, just because the club was getting in the way. It just didn't seem fair.

Tig noticed she seemed to be at ease again. During dinner they didn't talk about all drama that was going on, but more about the past. How their lives looked like when they were younger. He kept silent about his time at the marine, but he did talk about Missy. He also talked a little about when he still lived with Colleen and the kids. He hated that he'd screwed up with his kids... She tried to reassure him he would still be able to make it up with Fawn, but he would just have to give it some more time. Right now it wasn't the time to try to reconnect with his daughter.

"It's too bad I can't get out of my clothes and just run in there," Gwen said. She smiled as they sat down at the beach after a delicious dinner. She leaned against Tig and put her head on his shoulder. The water of the sea looked wonderful. Sometimes she wished she grew up closer to the sea.

"Would love to see that."

"Another time babe," Gwen said giving him a peck on his cheek.

"What? Is that all I get?" Tig asked, feeling a little disappointed.

"Ahh look at you. Getting all romantic watching the sunset," Gwen said teasingly.

"Minx," he said under his breath. Gwen chuckled and straddled his lap. She kissed him passionately, not caring about the possible by-standers. She was thankful that there weren't many... But if there were she doubted she would've cared. Tig wouldn't have cared anyhow. She could already feel his rough hands caressing her skin under her shirt. Gwen grinned against his mouth as he fell back into the sand. If only if the beach was completely abandoned.

Gwen could feel his hard on underneath her pelvis. She wanted to tease him further. But a buzzing sound coming from her pocket snapped her out of her mood. She rolled her eyes and got of Tig's lap. Tig let out a groan. Whoever called them at this moment had shitty timing.

"Gwen?" she heard when she picked up the phone.

"Hey Jules, you alright?" Gwen asked surprised that her friend called. She hadn't expect Julia to call her that soon.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Drive was good. Your stuff has been stored. I made sure that the most important paintings are somewhere in my house. I'll be picking some for my shop later this week."

"Thank you for taking care of my mess, and I'm sorry for what happened when-…"

"No I'm sorry. Should've have left without talking it out. But that's not why I'm calling you."

"Tig is sitting next to me," Gwen said.

"It's alright he can hear it if he wants to. Might be helpful. But… Last night I remembered something."

"Remembered what?"

"The day that the woman Rita got shot?" Julia tried to remind her.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"When they ran out… I saw a prosthetic leg. At least a part of the ankle."

"A prosthetic leg?"

"I-I thought I imagined it first you know? I mean how many times do you hear that people suddenly make things up, because they went through a traumatic experience? And I thought that was the same for me. I mean… who wears a prosthetic leg and goes shoot someone? It didn't seem logical. And the longer I think of it, the more sure I am that I saw it. I don't know what to do Gwen… I'm so confused."

"Jules, slow down," Gwen said. Tig gave her a worried look. "Julia said she saw someone wearing a prosthetic leg the night Rita got shot… Shit. There were three people right, right?" Gwen asked her best friend. Tig took the phone out of Gwen's hands and stood up.

"Listen to me Jules," Tig said lowly. "I don't wanna worry you, but right now this is club business."

"What the fuck do you mean with club business you really think you can tell me what to do?!" Julia yelled through the phone.

"Seriously Tig, what the fuck!" Gwen called. He held up his hand trying to silence his old lady.

"Gwen, shut up! Please!" He never told her to shut up like that before and he could see he'd hurt her. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath as she walked away from him.

"I heard that," Julia said harshly. "Now what? You better have a good reason to take her phone and talk to her like that."

"Listen to me Julia, this is club business right now. Promise me, please promise me, not to tell anyone. Not the authorities not even another friend than Gwen. Please."

"What's going on?"

"If you tell someone, I think…"

"She'll get in even more trouble?" Julia asked. "Listen, tell me why you think that is and I'll shut up. Really I will. But I want to know, 'cause I gotta know if Gwen's safe, alright?"

Tig took a deep breath. He didn't like where this was going and Gwen was slowly getting out of his sight. "We know someone who's got a peg."

"Shit," Julia muttered.

"This ain't only for Gwen's safety, also yours, and Rita's if she even remembers anything… I'm sorry."

"I-it's alright. I mean it ain't, but alright."

"We talk later. I gotta fix shit with Gwen."

"Yeah you do. Keep her safe."

"I'll try," and that was the most he was able to do.


Gwen was happy they had gotten separate keys for the door of the cheap, but decent hotel room. She locked herself up in the bathroom and sat down on the tiled floor. He'd never told her to shut up before. Never. And it hit her hard.

Her thoughts were running wild until she heard a knock on the bathroom door. "You're finally gonna open up?" she heard Tig asked. Gwen remained silent for a moment. "Listen babe, I'm sorry I snapped. I just… I can't lose you too, you know?"

Tig slid down at the other side of the door and sighed. "I talked to Julia… there's only one person I know in Charming whose got a prosthetic leg. And that is Greg. Greg the peg. I told her not to tell anyone. You can't tell anyone."

Tig heard footsteps at the other side of the door and soon it opened. Gwen sat down next to him and he took her in his arms. "I'm sorry babe," he whispered against her hair.

"We don't seem to catch a break, do we?" she said after a while.

"No, we don't."

"We need to tell the club… those fuckers need to pay," Gwen said as she looked up at Tig.

"And what do you want me to tell them? I mean… shit if this comes out and they know where the information is coming from... They'll come after Julia, you and Rita."

"Then we gotta convince Rita that she needs to keep silent. Make sure everyone knows that the information is coming from me. Only me. No one else, even though that ain't true. Word probably already came out that I was there when Rita got shot. So who the fuck knows what they've been cooking up?" Gwen sighed and got up. She opened the sliding door towards the balcony and breathed in the salty air.

She felt hand on her hips as she leaned against the railing, seeing the sea in the distance. "I can't let you do that," he whispered in her ear. "I can't. Too much risk."

"I know." Gwen knew what the risk was, but then again it didn't matter. They probably already knew she was there, that she could've seen something. There would be a bad outcome anyhow. "You really think it's the three nomads? That Julia is right?"

"Yeah," Tig said. He hated traitors. Despised them. They would have to pay at one point or another. They had to meet mister Mayhem. Shooting an innocent woman was not done. Going behind the club was not done. It was something that could get you stripped of your patch. It should get them stripped of their patch and let them meet mister Mayhem.

"Why would they do that?" she asked out loud. She didn't ask someone in particular. She just needed to know. Why would they take a shot at Rita?

She turned around and faced Tig who looked just as worried as she was. His thumb removed some smudged mascara from around her eyes before kissing her gently. "Let's get inside." Tig said before carrying her inside. With some difficulty he was able to close the sliding doors with the back of his elbow. Once the door was closed he placed Gwen on the dresser.

She carefully moved the vase with flowers more to the side. She knew she would probably knock it over and she didn't feel like paying for that kind of shit. Gwen pushed down his cut from his shoulders. Tig didn't seem to care that it dropped onto the floor this time. His hands started to unbutton an over-sized blouse made out of cotton. He undid the string of her bikini top, tossing it onto floor once it came lose.

She pulled him closer and kissed him gently. She could still taste the hint of beer that lingered in his mouth. He tasted the white wine she drank earlier that evening. It wasn't exactly the best combination, but it was good nonetheless.

Her legs were wrapped around his waist and kept him close. Gwen could already feel his erection pressing against her pelvis and grinded against it. She let out a moan when Tig pulled her head back by her hair. Her hands gripped tightly on the edge of the dresser as she tried to maintain her balance.

She swallowed as he kept on staring at her. She wasn't sure whether it made her uncomfortable, but it was unnerving nonetheless. It was as if he was staring right through her again. Beyond her wall. Gwen was about to open her mouth to ask him what was wrong, but he immediately shut her up by kissing her hungrily. "Fuck," she whimpered as he went towards her neck.

Tig slowly trailed down, but she stopped him. She jumped off the dresser and pushed him against it. "Whoa there girl," Tig called as he felt his lower back hitting the edge of the dresser. "Mind tellin' me what's going on?" Gwen looked up at him from underneath her lashes. Her hands were on his belt and a smile played on her lips.

"Me takin' control," she told him.

"Oh really?" he asked skeptically.

"Uh-uh, any objections?" she asked. She unbuckled his belt and her hand was already on his crotch. Carefully massaging his dick through the fabric of his jeans. Tig shook his head. "Well?"

"No, none at all," he said. He groaned and closed his eyes. Tig let his head fall back for a moment, until he felt his jeans being pulled down his hips after she removed the belt from his jeans.

"Shirt off." Tig raised his eyebrows at her demand but he did it anyways. His jeans were pooling around his feet. He told her he didn't have any objections not too long ago and he wasn't going to. Especially when he felt that she got down onto her knees in front of him. He knew he probably wouldn't object for the rest of the evening.

He felt his boxers being removed and he opened his eyes slightly. "I said eyes closed. How hard can that be? Not as hard as I can get your dick right?" Tig opened his eyes completely and looked down at Gwen. Did he just hear that right? "Well? Or do you need help?" When he kept silent Gwen let out a sigh. "Help it is…"

"No, hold on wait!" Gwen got up from her knees and walked over to his bag.

"What is it?" she asked as she looked through is stuff. She found a bandana and smirked up at him.

"Oh. Okay," he said as she realized she was planning to blindfold him. "Do I get a reward if I'll be good?" Gwen smiled up at him.

"Maybe?" she said flirtatiously. "Perhaps..."

"Perhaps what?"

"Maybe…. Very maybe- I'll let you take me to a desolated dirt road. So you can bend me over your bike and fuck me senseless." Tig let out a groan. Gwen smirked at him as she felt he got even harder. "But then you have to be very, very, good."

"Sounds like a deal," Tig said. "Just one more thing."

"And that is?"

"I'll get to surprise you with the when and where."

"If you're indeed going to be good, yes. Just no bystanders. Not into that shit."

"Don't worry. Wanna keep you all to myself."

"Well sounds fair, but you gotta earn it."

"How?"

"Well," Gwen started. She kicked off her boots, took off her jeans leaving her in her panties. She had dropped the bandana onto the floor, having a different idea in her mind. "How about you take these off without hands?"

"And then?"

"I'll just lie back and let you do all the work." Gwen grinned.

"Tsk. I'll already do most of the work."

"Don't think so hun. Blowjobs are called blowjobs for a reason. And I thought you were going to be good, right? If you get to work right now- I might return the favor this same evening."

"You're terrible you know that?"

"Believe me I can be worse."

"Really?" Gwen cocked her eyebrow. He was daring her and she was going to take on the challenge. She still didn't exactly feel comfortable to open and take control like that, but she was going to play her part. She walked passed him and took the belt from the floor.

"Turn around." His back was now turned towards her. She grabbed his hands and put them behind his back. She secured the behind his back with his belt, before she walked over to stand in front of him again. "So you were saying?" she asked as touched his thighs, her hand was slowly edging close towards his cock. Tig shook his head and chuckled as she pulled away when he twitched.

"And now what babe?" he asked as he looked down at her with a smirk. He hadn't expect this at all. She seemed a lot more sure on what she was doing than the last time she tried to take control. He wondered where it came from. He wasn't going to complain though. He was actually enjoying this.

"Get on your knees." Tig looked down at her and smirked.

"What did I get myself into," he muttered under his breath. He slowly got onto his knees in front of Gwen.

"You Alexander Tig Trager, got yourself into some trouble," Gwen said seductively. "You can fix things though, by starting to take my panties off." Tig smirked up at her.

"Sure doll, whatever you want." Gwen stepped a little closer. Tig could see her shyness was taking over a bit. She let out a gasp the moment he kissed her through her lacy panties. He tugged them with his teeth with some difficulty. Sometimes he glanced up at Gwen who seemed to be as equally amused as aroused.

Eventually her panties finally got over her hips and he tugged them down as far as possible until Gwen took them off herself. "Oh shit," she whimpered as he licked her near her clit. He was about to continue to eat her out even further, but then she took a step back. She looked down at him with a smirk.

"Really?" he asked, realized what her plan was. She just cocked her eyebrow and he tried to get closer to her. When he started to eat her out and received a soft moan, he'd expected she would keep on staying put, but once again she took a step back towards the bed. "Now you're just being cruel."

Gwen shrugged her shoulders and grinned. "Not really. I mean- I'm restraining myself here…" Tig reluctantly got closer again and before his lips even touched her she took another step back. And another, until she hid the edge of the bed, with the back of her legs. "So…. Are you going to stay there and watch me how I help myself and miss your opportunity of your reward? Or are you going to come over here so I can untie you and let you have your way with me after you eat me out?"

"I think you already know the answer doll," Tig drawled. Gwen nodded and smiled. "And look at her, she's enjoying this."

"Yup I am," she admitted with a smile as she sat down at the edge of the bed as Tig was still on his knees about five feet away from her. "I really do hope I'm not the only one."

"You don't got an idea how hard I am right now."

"No I don't. So you better move over here." Tig shook his head and moved closer to her. She let herself fall back onto the bed enjoying the feel of his tongue licking her. After a good while she stood up and carefully undid the belt from his wrists.

"Finally," Tig groaned. Gwen moved back in front of him and kissed him passionately. "Can I have my way with you?" He was still on his knees in front of her and he couldn't wait to get back up. Push her back onto the bed and to pin her down.

"I'm all yours," she said huskily. And that was all he needed to hear. He pushed her back onto the bed with a growl and pinned her down. Gwen let out a chuckle and smiled up at him. "You better make it good, still haven't earned your reward yet."

"Babe, I'm gonna make you feel so good, make you come so hard that you will give me two rewards."

"You better live up to that promise."

"Bet your ass I will."

"Then stop talking," Gwen said grinding against him a little bit. She nipped his lip and watched him as he moved himself between her legs. "Start fucking."


She was exhausted in a good way after a couple of rounds of rough sex. Tig had more than earned his reward and she remembered that at one point she could only murmur incoherent sentences. Yet she wasn't able to sleep. She had woken up after a short nap and immediately her thoughts started running wild. She wondered why they would start all those house invasions. It didn't seem logical, not logical at all. There had to be a motive somewhere…

Her thoughts kept on slipping towards the times she hopped by Clay's place. She remembered that the nomads seemed to hang around his house all the time. At that moment it clicked. Clay. Why he would do it, still didn't seem to make any sense. She couldn't see his endgame, but there had to be a motive somewhere. A good one.

She felt tired and sat up against the headboard. Tig was sleeping peacefully, but she had to talk to him. "Tig?" she asked softly. She hadn't expect him to hear her, but he moved onto his back and stretched himself a little, making her smile.

"Still not sleeping?" his voice asked after a long while.

"No," she admitted. "I keep on thinking."

"'Bout what?"

"Rita. The nomads. Greg the peg. I mean why? And I thought about it and they hang around with Clay a lot."

"You think Clay has something to do with the home invasions?" Tig asked.

"Yeah."

"Then… what's the proof?"

"Don't know. But I won't put it past him." Tig looked up at Gwen who sat naked against the headboard.

"What's going on in that head of yours?" Suddenly she was crying. Not out loud, but he could hear it in the way she breathed. "Babe, what's wrong?" There was a long silence before he could hear her speak with a hoarse voice.

"I lied okay?" she whispered. He froze.

"About what?"

"A lot," she said looking down at him. Tig slowly sat up and took her gently by her chin.

"Listen, if you think you fooled me with you saying: I'm fine… you didn't. I know something's wrong. I know that. I-I- just tell me Gwen. Whatever it is."

"You gotta promise me something," she whispered.

"Not sure if I can."

"You gotta. Please. This ain't for me, that is for you."

"For me?" Tig turned on the light next to his bed and dimmed it down to a soft light.

"To protect you, and I was wrong about that too. I'm so sorry," she whispered. She quickly wiped away her tears and turned herself more towards him. Tig turned on the light next to his bed and dimmed it down to a soft light. "I know that now. Lies get people killed… and I need to tell you. I should've done that a long time ago, but… I just couldn't. I need you to promise me that you won't make any rash decisions after this. If it comes to me, that's alright, but not when it comes to others."

"I don't get it, but I promise." He wasn't going to turn down a chance on the truth. He dreaded the outcome of this conversation though. If he didn't like it, he would just break that promise. Right now he needed to know.

"Okay, please hear me out completely," she said. Gwen swallowed and took a deep breath. "The day Herman died, I ran. I just knew he was gone and I just rode and rode. Took detours all that shit. I booked a cheap motel and I stayed there."

"I cried myself to sleep. And then later on I woke up, I took a shower… When I got dressed in my dirty underwear again and got out of the bathroom. I-I got tied a chair," she swallowed and she could see that Tig grew still.

"Who did?" He asked lowly. "Come on Gwen, who did?"

"Luiz and Romeo from Galindo," she said softly. He was about to interrupt her, but she held up her hand. "That's not all. They told me they were send by someone, to have me killed, because I was a liability to that person. And that person was Clay."

Tig froze in his spot. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He looked at Gwen, who studied him carefully. She was biting her lip between her teeth. "Why? I don't get it." He was confused. He knew Clay didn't exactly like Gwen. And Gwen didn't exactly like Clay, but he now understood why she didn't. She had a good reason to, but he still couldn't believe it. "Why?"

But why would his best friend decided to have his old lady killed? It made him furious. It didn't make sense. He clenched and unclenched his fists. He was furious. He was angry with himself, that he never believed her. Or didn't exactly try to understand her hate towards Clay. But now he got it. He'd failed her. Another failure on his list. He rubbed his face. Now he understood why she'd been so distant and closed off.

"H-he was afraid I would tell someone, so he called Galindo and asked if they could take care of me… Galindo let me go, because they didn't trust Clay's judgment anymore. Tara… Clay wanted her gone as well, but that failed. So she got her hand hurt."

"He was afraid I would tell someone after all the shit that happened… That my brother would be my final straw. I-… I just." Tig got closer to her and pulled her closed to his chest. She couldn't cry anymore, but she felt drained. She should've told him a long time ago. She just wondered why she didn't do it earlier. All the reasons on why she didn't do it suddenly seemed irrelevant or not strong enough anymore. Lies got people killed. And she couldn't let that happen again. At least not by her doing.

"How do you know about Tara?"

"Jax told me. He knows that I knew that-…"

"Knew what?"

"Galindo told me to keep my mouth shut otherwise they would lock me up. They would portray me as some weird drug dealer stepping into her late daddy's footsteps. And since I'm already biker trash… that wouldn't have been a hard thing to do. They're working for the CIA Tig."

"Sh-…" Tig stood up from the bed and started pacing around the room. "Why- why didn't you tell me?" he asked immediately.

"I wanted to, but I was too hurt… and then I couldn't tell shit, because if the club knew, then the deal would fall apart with Galindo. And if that happened… you guys would hang. I would hang. I-I just couldn't tell you. Jax knew about this pretty soon though," she admitted.

"He let you in on what happened to Tara." He couldn't believe it. "Why didn't you tell me Gwen? Why the fuck did you tell Jax and not me!"

"I didn't tell Jax,. Galindo told Jax." Gwen told him. She backed away little. She knew he would never physically hurt her, but she didn't like hearing him shout at her. "I- I want to tell you, but it seemed to be safer if I didn't. It wasn't only-.."

"Did Jax tell you not to tell me?" he asked lowly. She nodded slowly and he wanted to smash something against the walls, but he had to contain himself. He couldn't lose his shit twice in the same day.

"I tried to convince Jax to tell the club what's going on… and I think he'll tell you guys soon. He just needs a push."

"Are you mad at me?" she asked after a long silence.

"I'm not mad at you. I'm mad, because I couldn't protect you. That I didn't want to see that Clay hurt you. That he was dangerous. Fuck… I failed you." She sat on her knees and looked at him.

"You didn't fail me Alex. You didn't know." He shook his head. "It's not like I told you."

"I could've. The day you disappeared, Clay called me into the chapel. He told me… he asked me if-.."

"If what?"

"If I could do the hard thing if you decided to rat."

"What did you tell him?"

"I said yes." Gwen swallowed and created a little bit more distances. She looked away from him and blinked away some tears. "I don't think I could've done it." She shook her head and sighed.

"Okay." He could see she wasn't okay with it. Not at all. Neither was he. But there wasn't much he could change about what he'd said or done in the past. "I-I'm just worried you know? You're loyal to a fault. It- I'm afraid it's going to get you hurt."

"It already did," he said under his breath.

"I know," Gwen whispered. She took a hold of his hand and squeezed it. "I don't want it to happen again."

"It will happen again."

"We'll find a way," she said softly. "We'll find a way."


Thanks for reading another chapter. Please drop a review to let me know what you think of it. I'm sorry for the irregular updates, but college is kicking my but again and my life is a little hectic at the moment… So please bear with me. Thank you for sticking with me!