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She Will Be Loved

Chapter 67: Destroyed

By Love Ink

Angela was halfway through an embalming when her phone rang. With a smile, she pulled off her gloves to answer it in hopes it was Juice. To her surprise, it was Raj's sister's name splashed across the screen. She hadn't heard from any of Raj's family members since she'd left. She wasn't upset by the lack of communication; it made it easier to have a clean break from New York and everyone over there, but she did miss talking to Priya. The girl was always a ray of sunshine. "Hello?" she greeted, feeling a bit of sadness wash over her. She used to get calls from Priya all the time with the younger girl just bubbling over with excitement about a new lipstick she'd bought or seeking advice about something. She got a feeling this was not that kind of call, though.

"Hi Angela. It's Priya, Raj's sister."

"I know who you are, P," Angela said with a fond smile. "Long time no talk. How are you? How are things over there?"

"Good, good. I'm pushing forward and keeping up with school and stuff," she replied on a heavy sigh. "I'm sorry for not reachin' out earlier it's just..."

"Don't be sorry, I get it," she assured her. "I didn't reach out either. Still going through the stages of grief myself."

"Yeah. Not easy, is it?" she agreed on a sad laugh. "But we got some really good news, and I figured it wouldn't cross the country to you, so I wanted to let you know," she said all on one breath. She exhaled loudly before stating, "They got the guy who hit Raj."

Angela gasped, the image of Raj unconscious, on the street flashed through her mind. She closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath. "Oh. Wow. That's...that's great," she managed to get out.

"Y-yeah. There was some anonymous tip or something. Guy's name is Tomas Alvarez. He's some drug dealer, and he's um...he's going away for a long time," she exclaimed, relief and excitement in her voice.

Bile rose up in Angela's throat while she struggled to keep her cool. Her hand was shaking as she raked it through her hair; she knew that name. The Mayans had a sister club on the east coast, and Marcus had talked about the club and some of his family that were members. He'd talked plenty about Esai's idiot cousin, Tomas, who always got into the dumbest kind of trouble. Esai and Tomas were pretty close despite the distance. Both of them were destined to rise in the ranks of the club due to who their fathers were and talked often about what they were going to do once they were president. Angela felt sick to her stomach as things were started to falling into place in the worse way possible. "Great, Pri. I'm so...relieved," she exclaimed, trying to match the enthusiasm in Priya's voice while on the inside she was fuming. "Listen, I'm in the middle of work, but I'll call you soon to catch up."

"I'd love that. Bye, Angie," Priya chirped, waiting for Angela to say her goodbye before hanging up the phone.

Angela hung up the flip phone with a violent snap. Her head was spinning, heart beating fast in her chest, she felt like she couldn't breathe. She stripped off her gloves, ripping off her plastic apron, and tossing it all into the garbage. Esai had killed Raj. Esai had killed Raj. Red was starting to cloud her vision as she threw open the doors of the workroom, scaring the shit out of Half-Sack who was sitting in front of them. He stood abruptly. "What's going on?" he asked, slightly panicked.

"I gotta go. Esai...he...he had him killed," she spat, pushing by the prospect. She didn't know what she was going to do, but she knew one thing..."He's gotta pay."

"What? No. You can't leave, Ang!" he called after her.

She ignored him, practically running to her car. He could follow her if he wanted, but she wasn't going to let him slow her down. Esai had to pay for what he did. He had to pay a lot.

Juice couldn't describe how excited he was to get home and see Angela. To be able to hold her properly, kiss her, take her home, and make her cry out his name in that way he loved. He was thankful Jax had brought him a good change of clothes that Gemma had gotten from his house, so he at least felt somewhat clean and fresh, though he couldn't wait to shower. Maybe with Angela. He bounced his leg in the passenger's seat of the club van, wondering how Angela would react when he waltzed into the funeral home to surprise her.

"Ang even like surprises?" Jax asked the driver's seat.

Truth be told, Angela didn't like surprises. Much like her cousin, she liked to be fully in control of a situation. Raj had tried to throw her a surprise party once back in New York, and she'd almost broken up with him for it. Mostly because he hadn't listened to her when she'd told him she just wanted to spend the day with him and instead, Raj had spent most of the day trying to get the party together leaving her alone until it was party time. She'd faked a smile, enjoyed it for all of five minutes, before disappearing. Juice had found her up the roof of her apartment building, hiding from everyone. He knew the couple had fought the day after. That she'd called Raj out for ignoring what she wanted especially since all of the people there were his friends. Except him. When Juice had met her up on the roof, she'd told him he was her best friend, and she would rather celebrate her birthday up on the roof just the two of them then in the sea of drinking and dancing people in her apartment below. "Depends," he said on a laugh. "Hopefully, she'll like this one."

Jax jerked the van to the side as Angela's Mazda came flying down the road, narrowly avoiding hitting them. She was going fast, too fast. "The fuck?"

Juice's heartbeat kicked up a notch as the prospect pulled up alongside them on his white Harley. "The fuck is going on?" Juice shouted at Half-Sack.

"She got a call!" Half-Sack shouted over the roar of his engine. "Said something about Esai killing someone and then left!"

"Get back to the clubhouse. Don't say shit to anyone!" Jax ordered, before practically rolling the van as he made a hard U-turn. He started after Angela, stepping on the gas. "You know where she's goin'?"

Juice nodded, grabbing his phone and looking for Lino's number. He had a sick feeling he knew exactly where she was going, and it wasn't going to end well. "Start towards Oakland. I'm gonna sort this shit out."

"Callin' Hap?"

He shook his head. "No. Hap'll kill him. Callin' one of her Oakland friends."

. " 'ey! Juice-man!" Lino answered jovially on the second ring. "What's up, dude? How're you feeling? Been meaning to..."

"We got problems," Juice interrupted, pulling the phone away to guide Jax in the right direction. They were going to hit major traffic, but so was Angela, which was good. She needed to slow down or she was going to hurt someone. "Angel got a call from someone. Told our prospect something about Esai killin' someone..."

He cursed softly in response. "She found out?"

"Found out what?"

"Esai's cousin was drivin' the car that hit Raj."

His heart started racing. There was no way that was right. No way was Esai smart enough to orchestrate a murder from across the country. There had to be more to it. "Shit," he breathed, glancing at Jax and willing him to drive faster. "She's on her way to his place!"

"Fuck. All right. Saw him leave in the truck with some chick, so he ain't here, but I got her," Lino replied quickly before hanging up the phone.

"Juice, what the fuck is going on?" Jax demanded, weaving through traffic.

Juice let out a long breath thankful that Esai wasn't there. It'd give them a chance to get there and intervene before anyone got hurt. "She just found out Esai's cousin killed her ex," he explained to Jax, hoping he'd understand how dire the situation was.

Jax gripped the steering wheel tighter as he navigated. "Shit. She's not gonna kill him. Is she? 'Cause that's gonna start some real shit with the club."

After everything Esai had put her through, there was no doubt in his mind that she was going to do something to make him pay, he just wasn't sure how far she'd go. "Fuck, I hope not."

Angela pulled into the parking lot of Esai's apartment complex and stopped her car with a jerk. Her eyes landed on the sparkling bike parked at the end of the lot. It was late afternoon on a workday and no one was around the mostly empty parking lot. Seeing that stupid, familiar bike with its gleaming ape hangers infuriated her. She got out of her car, going around to the back and grabbing a crowbar from the trunk. She'd stolen it from Juice's toolbox to use on the boxes some of the brand new caskets had come in and had yet to put it back. The metal was cold in her hands, the weight of it familiar. An idea sparked into her head, and she headed towards Esai's Harley with its custom, dark green sparking paint and perfectly polished ape hangers.

Esai loved this bike. It was an extension of him. Something he'd built with his own hands. His baby. She could see herself in the chrome and hated her reflection. It was all her fault. Raj was dead because Esai sent his cousin after him because he wanted her. Her childhood home had been shot up because Esai wanted Juice dead because of her. His stupid obsession with her was ruining her life. He was trying to destroy the things she loved. Lifting the bar, she swung the forked edge of it down, scraping it through the beautiful Mayan god painted on the gas tank, leaving behind two deep scratches. A weird thrill went through her at the sight of the damaged artwork. She swung it again at the headlight, shattering it and the light inside. She gave into the black rage she was feeling, letting it consume her as she kept swinging, hitting everything she could without really feeling or seeing anything.

"Ang! Stop!" Lino's voice broke through the rage. She turned to find him running at her, Rosa hot on his heels.

When he was close enough, he reached for the crowbar, but Rosa stepped between them. "You stop! She needs this!" Rosa said, pushing him away. Angela took in a deep breath, nodding her thanks to Rosa before swinging again. She wasn't going to stop until she destroyed his bike just like he'd tried to destroy her life.

Juice didn't even wait for the van to stop as Jax pulled into the parking lot of Esai's building before he jumped out and ran towards where Lino and Rosa were standing. He didn't know what he'd find there since they were blocking his view, but he hoped it wasn't Esai's dead body.

When he neared them, he was shocked to find Angela beating the shit out of Esai's bike with a crowbar. He watched, awestruck, as Angela swung the bar's forked end into the bike, the sickening sound of metal scratching metal filling the air. He couldn't help but admire her strength despite what she was doing. She was a force to be reckoned with. She stepped back surveying the damage as she rolled her wrist making the bar spin in the slickest way before she struck the Harley again. "Oh shit," Juice muttered under his breath.

"Yeah. That's a lightsaber move," Lino explained, shrugging as she smashed a mirror. "We used to play fight as kids. She was always better at the fancy shit than me."

Rosa snorted, rolling her eyes. "Fuckin' nerds."

They were talking so casually as if their friend wasn't actively trying to destroy a motorcycle in front of them. Juice decided to follow their lead and stood back. He understood why they weren't stopping her; Angela needed this release. He was almost grateful it went this route rather than her going after Esai himself. Jax stepped in beside them, looking at them as if they were all insane. "You guys aren't gonna stop this?" he asked.

"No," Rosa and Juice replied at the same time. Rosa smirked, shrugging a shoulder before she explained, "He deserves this shit. Long as she's not hurtin' herself. I'm good with it. It's the aftermath I'm worried about."

Juice turned to find Rosa staring at him imploringly. He knew what she was getting at. He needed to be there to take care of Angela, and he would be. Whatever she needed, he would be there. She wasn't going to go through this alone. "I got her."

"Good." Rosa nodded solemnly. The fact she didn't push against him made him like the girl even more. He appreciated the confidence she had that he could take care of Angela.

A truck whipped into the parking lot, parking haphazardly just behind them, another truck coming in just behind it. Esai jumped out of the first one, slamming the door behind him just as Angela gave his bike one final kick over.

A scantily clad girl got out of the passenger's seat of Esai's truck. "Crazy bitch! What the hell?" she screeched, heading Angela's way.

Rosa was in her face in a heartbeat. "You best shut the fuck up and get back in the car, puta, or I'ma slap that cakey makeup straight up off your face."

"What the fuck? The fuck are you doing!" Esai shouted, running at Angela.

Angela whipped around and threw the iron bar at him. He narrowly dodged it, but it did put some space between them. The guy clearly sensed she was pissed and getting anywhere near her was not going to end well for him. "You killed him!" she screamed at Esai, getting in his face. She put her hands on him, palms flat on his chest as she pushed him away from her. "You fuckin' asshole! He didn't do anything to you, and you...you had him killed!"

To his credit, Esai didn't put his hands on her. He seemed to know the present audience wasn't going to stand for it. Juice wanted to intervene, wanted to run in there and get between them, but he stopped himself. Angela needed this. Needed this release once and for all. But if that asshole laid a finger on her, Juice would kill him.

Angela saw red as Esai approached. She hadn't meant to throw the bar directly at him, but she was glad when she saw it almost hit his head. He backed off at the act, but she didn't. She stepped in closer to him. "The fuck is your problem, you fuckin' asshole?" she shouted. "Matando a mi novio so you could just fuckin' slide in! Are you fuckin' crazy?" (Killing my boyfriend)

Esai knew better than to touch her with Juice, Jax, and Lino standing there. No, he was keeping his distance and keeping his hands down. "I didn't mean to! Just wanted Tomas to scare him a little! I didn't tell him to kill him, I swear!" he shouted, real pain and fear in his eyes. He really meant it, and she believed him. Believed that he was stupid enough to sic his crazy cousin on Raj, and his cousin choose to take it too far. Still didn't make it right.

"By running him over! Are you insane?" she asked, putting her hands on his chest and forcefully pushing him away once more. She wasn't afraid of him. There was no punch he could throw her way that would hurt more than losing Raj had. "And I fell for it like an idiot! No more! Te odio. I never want to see you again!" (I hate you)

Hurt flashed over Esai's face. Her words had hit their mark like she knew they would. Esai was delusional in his love for her, hearing she hated him was going to hurt. "Angelita, you don't mean that. You love me."

"No, no, I don't. Repiento cada momento que pasamos juntos. It was a lie. Every second of it. You...you took advantage of me when I was weak. You made me feel weak! Who does that to someone they're supposed to love?" (I regret every moment we had together)

"Angelita, listen to me..." he said, trying to grab for her wrist.

Angela shook her head, pulling away from him. "Don't fuckin' touch me! You're a fuckin' coward! Had to get rid of Raj and deleted Juice's texts 'cause you were fuckin' threatened! Because you knew I wouldn't stay with your cheating ass, if I knew I could be with someone who was gonna treat me better! You're pathetic!"

She saw the words had hit their mark immediately, saw the anger take over as his whole body went rigid. His shoulders squaring off, chest puffed up. "What you think you're better than me, you stupid bitch?" he shouted taking a menacing step towards her. "Think you're fuckin' all that? You're just another dumb cunt with Daddy issues!"

Before anyone could stop her, Angela let out a feral growl and launched her fist into his face. There was such force behind it, it almost knocked him over. "Fuck you, Esai! I'm not the one with daddy issues, pendejo. Leave me and my family alone. We're done. Por vida."

"Fuck you!" Esai called after her.

He was still yelling things at her, but Angela was over it. She was done. Done with Esai. Done with being angry. Just done. She needed to get out because if she decided to hear whatever bullshit he was spewing, she'd kill him. She headed towards her car, ignoring Rosa and Lino calling after her, imploring her not to drive in the state she was in. Wrenching the door open, she slid into the driver's seat, clenching her jaw as she started the car. She was vaguely aware of the passenger door opening, could feel Juice's presence as he sat down and closed the door. When had he gotten there? What had he seen? A wave of shame washed over her; she wished he hadn't seen her like that. She'd been weak and acted rashly, but she couldn't stop herself from doing so. The anger had taken over and she'd released it in the most destructive way possible. She couldn't look at him for fear of what she'd see written on his face.

She heard the metal crowbar bounce off the back of her car as she sped out of there. She knew Esai had thrown it at her. Knew he was trying to get her to stop the car, but she didn't. She couldn't. If she did, she'd didn't know what her anger would lead her to do. She needed space now. Needed to breathe, or she was going to go insane. Clutching the steering wheel in a white knuckled grip, she turned her car towards the coast.

She was angry with herself for reacting like the crazy ex-girlfriend. For stooping to his level and hitting him. She was better than that. Anger had clouded her vision so much, it'd pushed out all other feelings. Now, the farther she got from Oakland, the more she felt. Guilt churned in her stomach as the anger faded. Esai killed Raj because of her. Without her, Raj would still be alive and thriving in New York. She'd ruined his life. Ended it. A tear slipped down her cheek, her hand shaking as she wiped it away quickly hoping Juice didn't see.

If he did see, Juice stayed quiet from his spot in the passenger seat. He was slumped down slightly, his hand hanging out the open window, the other sitting on his thigh. Every so often, his fingers twitched slightly as though he was trying to keep from reaching out to her. She'd caught him watching her from the corner of his eye though he was attempting to be discreet. She could feel worry emanating from him in waves, but she appreciated his silence, his patience. "I don't...I don't want to talk about it," she rasped, trying to swallow the lump in her throat.

"Okay," he replied, on a shrug as if it were no big deal. "Here if you need me."

Another tear slipped down her cheek as she nodded. God, she loved him for that. For his patience. If it were her, she'd be going insane. He stayed silent for the rest of the ride. Closing his eyes and letting the breeze blow over him. After a while, she heard him snoring softly. He'd fallen asleep. It was his first day out of the hospital, and he had to be exhausted.

More guilt settled on her shoulders as she parked in the lot of Ocean Beach. Juice should've be in bed, resting. She should've been taking care of him. Not this. What kind of selfish girlfriend was she that she was taking him on this little trip to nowhere with no explanation? She got out of the car, taking great care to close the door gently so as not to wake him.

Slowly, she kicked off her shoes and socks, rolling up the bottoms of her pants and heading towards the water. The water rushed up to her ankles, the ice cold water helping to cool her down. Closing her eyes, she breathed in deeply, letting the sound of the waves drown out her thoughts. Exhaling, she opened her eyes and stared out at the horizon. " 'm sorry, Rajah," she whispered, another tear escaping her hold. She had a feeling Raj was probably amused by what she'd done to Esai's bike. Imagined he'd call her his badass biker chick like he had so many times before. She wondered if he would forgive her, and in the same minute knew he probably would tell her it wasn't her fault. Still, she didn't believe it.

Looking over her shoulder, she spotted Juice sitting in the sand with his sunglasses on. Despite the way his eyes were hidden, she knew he was watching her. Breathing in deeply again, she turned around and headed his way. She dropped down beside him, catching his attention. "Welcome home," she said on a sigh.

He chuckled roughly. "Thanks."

They were both quiet for a beat before she looked down at the sand below her. "Sorry you had to see that."

"Nothin' to be sorry for," he replied, his voice soft and kind. "Liked seeing you stand up for yourself. Think it was a long time coming. Plus, you got some sweet skills. The little spin was impressive."

She fought against a smile. Only Juice could make her smile when she was feeling like absolute crap. "I don't know what I was thinking. That was...I just saw red and..."

"Went ham on his bike," Juice filled in. She looked up to see a proud smile on his face; she didn't feel so proud of herself. His smile faded as his eyes scanned her face. "I hope you don't feel bad about that. You beat the shit out of his bike when he deserves so much more for what he did. You cost him maybe a grand of repairs, but he...what he did is unforgiveable. You got nothin' to feel bad about."

"Juice, he killed Raj. I...I spent months convincing myself that it wasn't my fault and now..."

"It was not your fault," Juice cut her off before her mind could go down that path.

Angela shook her head quickly; he didn't get it. Didn't understand the immense weight she was feeling in her chest. She was responsible for someone's death. "If we weren't together, he would still be alive. Esai wouldn't have known he existed."

"If Raj hadn't been with you, his life would've been boring as fuck. He'd have been stuck in an office all day. Didn't his mom tell you that?" he pointed out waiting for it to sink in before he shifted nervously. "And I hate to say it, but that shithead even mentioned he didn't tell his cousin to kill Raj. That wasn't his intent. So it wasn't your fault in the least. That wasn't what Esai wanted him to do. It was his dumbass cousin who decided to go through with it. Not Esai. As much as I hate the guy, I believe that. So its not your fault. At all."

She knew he was right. Even she had believed Esai when he said he hadn't wanted to kill Raj. Esai was a jealous idiot, but he usually wasn't murderous. Truth be told, she wasn't sure if he'd ever killed anyone before something that seemed to be uncommon for someone who'd been in an outlaw club as long as he had. "I dunno..."

"I do," he said quickly. "You didn't tell Esai to kill him. You didn't push him in front of the car. Nothing you did caused what happened."

"I left the house to go to the stupid diner because we were fighting," she said, evenly. "I couldn't handle what he was saying, so I walked away, and he followed me, and..."

"His choice," he pointed out. "Raj didn't have to chase after you. Know there were a lotta times he didn't. I was there. I remember."

Angela had never thought about it like that. Juice was right; there'd been times when she and Raj had fought, and one of them had left without the other following after. They'd wait for each other to cool off, someone would say sorry the next day, and they'd be fine. Raj never had time to chase after her especially since she always came back. This time, he must've realized something was different then the trivial fights they'd had before. "Is it weird that I don't remember those fights? I think of Raj, and all I can remember are the good times."

Juice was quiet for a long time before he shrugged. "I dunno. Think the good things are easier to remember," he stated, and he had a feeling he wasn't really talking about Raj. "And I don't want you to think of the shitty things either. I'm only pointin' 'em out 'cause I want you to see that what happened had nothin' to do with you."

"I guess so." She sniffled a bit, wiping at her eyes as she inhaled deeply. The breath she let out was shaky, but it was starting to feel a little easier to breathe as her anger and sadness started to subside. She was done talking about it. It was something she needed to work through herself, though she was grateful for his words and the way they'd calmed her down. She leaned her head against his shoulder, seeking his warmth. He lifted an arm and moved it around her shoulders, drawing her in closer. "Didn't realize you were gettin' out today. Sorry this is what you came home to."

"Was tryin' to surprise you," he said, kissing the top of her head. "You got nothin' to be sorry for, though. Kinda hot seeing you stand up for yourself like that. Said it before, and I'll say it again, but that little wrist roll with the crowbar? Damn."

Angela smiled despite the situation, tilting her head to look up at him. "I was destroying someone's bike, and you were turned on?"

He shrugged. "Wasn't my bike."

"Goof," she said on a laugh before sighing. "You probably think I'm crazy now, huh?"

He smirked and shrugged. "Always thought you were crazy."

She elbowed his side, smiling when he grunted in mock pain. "Asshole."

"Just kiddin'," he replied with a big grin. "What you did wasn't really all that crazy. Think it was justified, to be honest. Did it...was it helpful?"

Angela thought about his question. While her arms were aching a bit, she did feel better, lighter. She'd gotten her revenge, and in retrospect, it felt good. Esai would fix his bike, of course, but she knew it pained him to see the paint and the design he worked so hard to pick scratched and warped with dents. She felt a sick sense of victory knowing that despite him being able to fix it, it'd never be the same just like she would never be the same after the way he hurt her. "I think so," she answered, trying not to smile. "It was...healing in a weird way."

He kissed her temple, letting his lips linger there for a long moment in a way that made her feel butterflies. "Good," he murmured against her skin.

She sighed, closing her eyes and relaxing into him. "Thanks for being here."

Juice squeezed her shoulder. "I'm always gonna be here, Angel. No matter what."

She opened her eyes, leaning in to kiss him quickly as she moved her arms around his waist, holding him tighter. Sighing softly, she looked towards the horizon where the sun was slowly starting to set. "I know," she murmured, tilting her head back she glanced up at his chiseled jaw line that was covered in scruff. He was staring at the waves, the tattoos on the side of his head blurred by his hair that had started growing in during his time in the hospital. The look reminded her of when she'd first met him in New York. How handsome he'd been with his short hair and cleanly shaven face. She still couldn't believe how lucky she'd been to run into him that night. Now, so many years later, she didn't know where she'd be without him. Who would she have to calm her down like this? To make her feel better about her total lapse in judgement? Happy and Koz would've made it a hundred percent worse and Lino and Ro would've done their best, but she had a feeling Rosa would have riled her up and Lino would make her feel guiltier than she already did. No, she needed Juice's patience, his kind words and assurance. He'd even managed to make her laugh. God, she loved him. She sighed, leaning up to kiss his jaw. "Juice?" she said, waiting for him to meet her gaze before she said, "I'm really glad you exist."

His eyebrows raised in surprise, a huge smile spreading across his face that set her heart sputtering. "Really?"

"Yeah," she confirmed, kissing the tip of his nose. She moved in closer, squeezing him a bit as she lay her head on his chest, her forehead pressed into the crook of his neck.

He moved his arms more tightly arm around her, effectively wrapping himself around her, her head trapped between his bicep and his chest. It wasn't a comfortable position, and she hand a feeling he was doing it on purpose because she could feel him shaking a little as he tried to stifle a laugh. "Comfortable?" he asked, squeezing just a little.

"Very," she murmured into his chest. His shirt smelled clean and freshly starched, his leather warm against her cheek, the hint of his cologne still clinging to it. Still, she knew he hadn't had a real shower since he was at the hospital, so she took the opportunity to tease him. Juice prided himself on his hygiene, and she knew how to get under his skin. "You stink."

He let her go a little bit, scowling. "I do not!" he said, lifting his arm to smell his armpit. "I did a sponge-bath as best I could! Tried my best to convince Jax to bring me all my shit, but he just had Gemma get me clothes. Do I really stink?"

Angela missed the warmth of his arm around her. "No, you smell good. Smell like you," she admitted, smiling when he moved his arm around her again. "How's your head?"

"Fine. Not supposed to drive for the rest of the today or tomorrow. S'posed to call the doctor if I get a real bad headache or start seein' spots and gave me some meds...that I left in the van," he said on a grimace. "But they're really just for pain, and I'm not in pain. Just ready to be home. With you."

"That sounds really, really good," she said, unwinding herself from around him and getting to her feet. She held out her hands to him. "C'mon, goofy. Let's go home."

Lots of stuff going on in this chapter, but I love writing the fluff too. :)
Let me know what you think!
~Love Ink