Chapter One-Hundred and Eighty
Clarissa stood, pushing Dominic from the sitting room to speak with him. "You found them?" She whispered, squeezing his arm.
He nodded, swallowing at the memory of John's naked, cum-covered body. "Yeah. They came in for tattoos today."
"How do you know it was them?" She asked, looking into those dark eyes of his.
"They were bragging on it. They talked about Chance a lot -that's how I knew it was them."
She snarled, grabbing her purse and her keys. "I'm going to see John. Tell the others where I went." She slammed the door on her way out.
John blew the sweat from his upper lip, flexing his hands in the wrappings as his breath heaved in and out of his chest. "It's in the past." He sighed, pushing the punching bag back as he took another hard swing at it. "It's over." He brought his knee up as if he was going for a low blow. "You can't change the past, so forget it." He stripped his hoodie over his head, tossing it on the floor, before he lit into the bag with new vigor. "You can't control it."
Holly pushed the gym door open, smiling as John's animalistic behavior started to fade. "John." She called, able to see the muscles in his back twitch with exhaustion. "Clarissa's here to see you."
He nodded, barely turning his head to look at her from the corner of his eye. "Let her in."
Holly opened the door for Clarissa to see him, choosing to leave them alone to talk.
"Johnathan, we found them." She flinched as a loud smack sounded from John's fist flying into the leather bag. "We can end this."
He turned to her, looking into her eyes that were so much like Claire's. "It will never end, Mom." He stated, the memory of the leader's dick being shoved down his throat still fresh from the flashback he'd had a few hours ago. "The memories are there. They'll always be there."
She reached for his hands, noticing that his wraps were soaked with sweat. "Do you want to take this to court?" She asked, holding his hands close to her chest as she looked into his broken eyes.
"Only because they can't do it to anyone else." He gave a little smile, pulling her to his chest in a strong hug. "I can't stand someone else going this."
She breathed a laugh, patting the bare skin of his chest and feeling the way her palm stuck to his sweaty torso. "You're putting on weight again." She pushed him back, looking at his hips and ribs to see that the bones weren't sticking out as bad anymore.
He ducked his head, smirking at the fact that she'd noticed his gain. "Am I looking more like a living human?"
She nodded, kissing his cheek. "You always look like a living human, you're just healthier now."