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trust you.”  
    The Jackson she thought she knew would have never joined a biker gang.
    He surprises Sadie by swinging her over his shoulder, “Which apartment?” he demands.
    His shoulder digs uncomfortably into her stomach. Sadie doesn't bother fighting; he outweighs her by at least a hundred pounds of mostly muscle.
    Once at her apartment door, the jerk even digs his huge hand into her back pocket for the key. He has no respect for her personal space. His hand stills there... and squeezes!
    Overbearing bully!
    Sadie pulls hard on his ear, causing him to exclaim, “Ow! Let go Sadie! Fuck that hurts!”
    Ha!
    “ You let go! Pervert!” She isn't overreacting! He squeezed her butt!  
    “ Dammit! I already did!” he says indignantly.  
    Oops, he so did.
    “ Fine,” she huffs and reluctantly releases his ear.  

Chapter Eight
    Jackson
     
     
    She's too bloodthirsty for someone so tiny. Damn, her violent streak is a lot funnier when directed at anyone else.
    They are now inside her apartment; he starts his inquisition with, “Why are you a stripper Sadie? You said you were finishing school!”
    Jackson knows he sound accusing, but he can't help it; he'd only left her so she'd have a better life without him.
    Judging by her shitty apartment, in an even shittier neighborhood; she isn't doing too well on her own. It might be clean, but the paint on the walls is peeling in a bunch of places. The floor is no better, though clean, the carpet is old and flat. The furniture is too sparse even for the small apartment. Overall, the effect is depressing. This place is just a reminder of how he failed her when he left her on her own.
    He has more money than he knows what to do with and the woman that he loves is living like this.
    She walks over to the small fridge and takes out a pop, and doesn't offer any. Sadie only answers after she is lounging on the couch, and has taken a long drink.
    “ How was I supposed to do that? You never got me a fake ID, or birth certificate! The first few months I couldn't even get a job to feed myself much less keep a roof over my head. I couldn't get my own ID in case someone was looking for me,” she says.  
    Fuck, she's right. But he left her money to cover the first few months and the rent paid for a good six months. “I went back for you. The land lady said you left right after I did,” he offers even though he knows he messed up when he left her.
    She shrugs and rolls her eyes, “I got the message when you left; I was my own problem.
    You didn't need me as extra baggage.”
    Shaking his head in self-disgust, he sits next to her, and snatches the pop from her hand.
    Taking a drink he looks her over, “I forgot this stuff tastes like medicine. Why can't you drink normal pop?”
    She flashes him the finger, she's always been touchy about her choice in pop.
    She turns to face him, “I don't see how my life is your problem.”
    “ For fuck sake Sadie! Were you blind? I left because I had no business feeling what I was feeling for you!” grimacing, he remembers how hard it had been to leave, how close he'd come to claiming her.  
    “ If I'd stayed, I would have made you mine,” he explains.  
    Right now, that doesn't seem like a bad choice. By now, they would be married and have their own family. The only problem was her age, and she'd been everything he thought himself unworthy of: sweet, funny, innocent, and so fucking beautiful. She'd driven him crazy.
    “ You barely tolerated me!” She stares wide-eyed into his eyes.  
    He decides to lay it all out there, “ I loved you. Leaving was the last time I did anything noble. I'm fucking done being noble with you. This time you're mine.”

Chapter Nine
    Sadie  
     
     
    No fucking way. Jackson abandoned her. Now his messed up reasoning makes it okay? No. After he left, she'd gone through hell. First, believing he was in trouble. Then, when she realized he'd decided to leave her. It tore her apart.
    They'd been together for only