Jett
“How bad was it?” Her voice was uncertain as I settled myself into the sofa next to her. Not quite touching but god I wanted to I realised as I stared at the inch between our knees.
“Not bad at all.” I turned to her. “Not even any violence I was disappointed.”
“Jett.” She sounded outraged but her lips were curving into a smile.
God she was beautiful.
“And …”
“Diablo…”
“Diablo is a tool but he didn’t mean what he said , and he definitely didn’t mean to scare you. It won’t happen again. I can promise you that.” I reached for a strand of her hair , curling it round my finger. “No one hurts you ever again.” My thoughts wandered to what I had overheard. I knew she had been running and the bruises she had had when I first met her was a good indication from what. But to hear her s
