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“Don’t get too cocky, Mr. Adams. That punch won’t go unanswered,” he said, his voice laced with menace.
But it wasn’t just about one punch. Vincent had hit him at least ten times, each blow landing squarely on his face. Langston cursed to himself, realizing too late that he had misjudged Vincent.
Vincent smirked, his expression dripping with sarcasm, his entire presence radiating tension. “I’ll be here,” he said, his voice cold and unwavering.
Langston gritted his teeth, pulling his helmet tight over his head. With a twist of the throttle, the motorcycle’s engine roared to life, signaling his exit.
Katelyn’s eyes followed Langston, her gaze icy as his figure disappeared into the distance. Once he was gone, she spun around to face Vincent, a gasp escaping her mouth in surprise.
“You’re bleeding!” Katelyn glared at Vincent’s clenched fist. Without hesitation, she reached for him, gently pulling his fingers apart to see the injury.
It was from the fight with Langston earlier—not planned, just a chaotic blur of fists and anger. His knuckles were scraped with small cuts. A bruise had also started to form at the corner of his mouth. He’d won, sure. But the scars? They were his to carry.
Vincent didn’t speak, just stood there, letting her work. They were close now, close enough that he could kiss her ear if he leaned in just a little closer. The air was thick with the scent of her gardenia perfume. Her eyes softened when they met his, a flash of concern flickering through them.
And then, almost as if on cue, Jaxen’s voice echoed in Vincent’s mind.
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“True love isn’t just the good stuff. It’s feeling each other’s pain, worrying about the little things—whether they’re warm enough, or hurt, or hungry. Loving someone means carrying all of it with them, the joy and the hurt. In moments of danger, you find yourself willing to lose everything just to keep the person safe.”
Vincent’s lips curled into a faint, almost invisible smile, a brief flash of calm in the storm. “It’s nothing,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Just a scratch. As long as you’re okay, that’s all that matters.”
Katelyn’s gaze lingered on him, a mix of gratitude and something else in her eyes. This wasn’t the first time he’d thrown himself into harm’s way for her.
If she tried to repay him, she’d never find enough time or enough ways.
“Mr. Adams,” she said, her voice firm now, “I can take care of myself. Don’t do that again. Your safety matters too.”
She held his gaze, every word soaked in honesty, in concern. How many times had he put himself at risk for her without even thinking twice? Even when his own mind must’ve screamed for him to save himself, he hadn’t hesitated.
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