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Exhausted, but unable to sleep, worried that Gabe would somehow find them, Tate watched vigilantly over Violet as she slept.
For the first time in his life he actually felt as if he had a real reason for living, to protect her, to love her, it was everything, it was more than he ever thought he deserved.
Not since the fading memories of his kind mother had he ever felt closer to another human being.
Stroking her hair tenderly he gazed in awe at her, lost as to what she saw in him.
Violet was everything he wasn't educated, kind, cultured, and tough, a true survivor.
To have survived growing up in that hell of a foster home, only to be shoved into the claws of his father, she still managed to finish college and make something out of herself.
Even when she found herself being blackmailed into marrying an abusive psychopath like Gabe, she still searched for a way out, unwilling to give up.
Tate thought about his stint in prison, all those long lonely nights, how he entertained the thought of suicide.
Growing up with a dirty cop for a father, a sadistic tyrant who murdered your mother, than framed you for attempted manslaughter, doesn't give you much hope in this world.
Tate recalled one exceptionally desperate night, it was just after midnight, everything was planned, the guards were on one hour rounds, his cell mate had been taken to medical for the flu, he was alone, it was the perfect time.
He remembered lying on his cot waiting for the correction officer to aim in flashlight at his face, it was mandatory that they actually saw the inmate's face to make sure nothing was going on.
He was calm, almost looking forward to it, to the nothing, the absence of pain and emptiness, maybe even the possibility of being with his mom again.
Tate listened to the heavy footsteps of the officer as he slowly approached, keeping his eyes slightly open he held his breath, waiting until the blinding light was shone directly at his face for a few seconds before the guard moved on to the next cell.
When he was sure he turned the corner to check C block, Tate took the twisted sheet in his hands and wrapped it casually around his neck.
Tate was ready, gazing down from the top bunk, he stared at the concrete ground beneath him, then something happened, quickly releasing the sheet from his throat he sat there staring out the thin slit of a window leading to a large parking lot surrounded by high fences topped with razor wire.
There he saw a woman engulfed in light among the darkness, standing by her car beneath a florescent pole hovering over her, she was like an angel.
With long, silky, blonde hair, dressed to kill with heels that left her legs appearing as something to be worshiped, she stood gracefully, thoughtfully, until something made her turn and look up at him.
Staring up in the direction of his cell she was frozen, just gazing up at him for several moments clutching a folder in her hands.
She looked so alone in the large empty parking lot, like she didn't belong, there was something about her, they way she was completely fixated on him.
He didn't think of that moment until just then as he held her, at the time he thought it was just a fluke, a mistake, she had to have been looking at someone else, or no one at all, but it couldn't have been him.
Now he knew, she was putting together her own plan, a way to get out, to escape from the clutches of madman using the only person who could have possibly hated him more.
It was that one look, that hesitant stare from the beautiful girl with the black dress and the dark lined whiskey eyes that made him change his mind, that saved his life.
Closing his eyes he knew it was fate, that they were meant to save each other, to be together in world that had rejected them both, that showed them no mercy.
His heart clenched as her eyelashes began to flutter open, instantly she smiled upon seeing him gazing down at her,
"You're still here."
Edging up one side of his mouth, revealing his dimples, he ran the back of his hand down her cheek.
"Where else would I be?"
Pushing up on her palms she winced looking over her work ghosting her fingertips over the ten stitches along his temple.
"That's going to leave a nasty scar, I'm sorry, I was never good at sewing."
Bringing her close to his chest wrapping his arms around her, he breathed against her ear.
"I'm not with you for your domestic abilities Violet, you did great, you did exactly what I asked, and you didn't panic, you're perfect."
Chills rushed through her as she felt his warm breath drift across her skin, she knew the odds of them surviving Gabe's wrath were slim, she needed to make the most out of every second she had with him.
Working fast at his belt she unzipped his jeans pulling them down to his thighs as he sat on the bed with his back braced against the wall.
Watching her he laced his fingers through her hair as she pulled off her underwear.
"Violet, you don't have to do this, you're going to need your strength."
Straddling his waist she plunged down on his already hard cock causing them both to hiss from the immediate deep contact.
Breathless, Violet stilled motionless, with him completely sheathed inside her, as she gripped the back of his blonde shaggy hair edging his mouth up to hers.
"What I need is you, what I need is too feel you inside me, please Tate, fuck me… make me feel."
Growling inwardly he captured her lips forcing his tongue inside as he hips jolted forcefully upwards causing her to whimper.
"Yes, oh God, please more, don't stop Tate."
Riding him hard he wrapped her long dirty blonde hair around his fist as he slammed into her again and again.
Breaking away from his mouth she threw her head back as she lifted her shirt up and off throwing it to the ground.
In an instant he moved close to lick her pert nipples that were bouncing before his beautiful face.
Reaching between their shivering bodies, wanting desperately to feel her come hard around his cock, he flicked her clit, playing with it, causing her to delve deeper harder onto him.
Feeling as if he could no longer hold back, he captured her mouth kissing her deeply intensely before parting just as they tumbled over the edge together.
Rasping harshly pressing his forehead to hers he couldn't hold back his feelings any longer.
"I love you Violet, I fucking love you."
Her eyes widened, as she buried her face in the crook of his neck bracing herself as the waves of her climax rippled through her.
Unable to look into his eyes she wrapped her arms tight around his back whispering close to his ear.
"It's ok Tate, if… if you didn't mean it. I don't expect you to feel that way knowing the things that I've done."
Pulling back, forcing her to look at him, he brushed her hair away from her face.
"Violet, I've never felt this way, never said those words to anyone. You were forced to do those things, nothing was your fault, it's not who you are. You are beautiful, you are nothing less than amazing."
Kissing her tenderly, he whispered softly against her lips. "I meant what I said, I love you, and nothing, no one will ever change that."
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Packing up what little they had, she slung a backpack over her shoulders, while Tate did his best to hide the sawed off shotgun between his clothes inside his black duffle bag.
Watching him as he circled train schedules, she covered his hand confused.
"Tate, won't the police be looking for you? I'm sure they'll have the train stations covered."
Nodding he looked up at her as he stood zipping the duffle bag before reaching out for her hand.
"We're not going to the train station, there's a point where two trains intercept, the train stops in the middle of a field for fifteen minutes to transfer cargo from one train to another. We're going to jump the onto one of the cargo cars, the seven ten is headed for California, from there we'll head for Mexico, it's our only chance, but it's dangerous Violet, I can't make you do this, this has to be your decision."
Standing locking fingers with him she lifted her chin towards the door bravely, "I'm with you, always, till the end Tate."
Kissing her temple, he led her down the narrow, dark staircase to the false wall.
Carefully ducking under the kitten poster with Violet behind him clutching his hand he stood frozen.
A pool of blood seeped slowly around the old woman's head as she laid dead on the floor in the middle of the laundry mat.
Tate's black eyes lifted up to find Gabe standing at the door with a bloody machete in his gloved hand.
Dripping with the carnage of his victims over his expensive designer suit, he smile insidiously straight at Tate.
"Come on Violet, it's time to go now, get in the car. I'll be there shortly, I just have some business to conduct with our dear friend Tate."