Page 103 of Destructive Love

Cocking a brow, he chuckles.

"I'm not needed here at all. Jaylen is almost back to being himself. He's been helping Dom with everything for months now. I've trained Dom as best I can, and honestly, I was only kept around because I was needed to keep you out of trouble."

"What if I still end up causing trouble?" I ask, selfishly wanting him to stay.

He was the first person I befriended here, and although it was his job to look after me, we became friends. We bonded. I know he'd probably deny it, but he cares for me, as I do for him.

The thought of losing him hurts, but I understand why he wants to go.

"There's no need for you to cause trouble anymore," he says, shaking his head. "Besides, everyone inside that room has got your back. You're part of the family now, and it's one hell of a family to be a part of."

With an ache forming in my stomach and tears running down my face, I step towards him and tentatively circle my arms around his body.

"Good luck," I whisper as his arms wrap around me, pulling me into his hard chest. "I'll miss you, scar face."

He grunts, and I smile as I unravel my arms from around him, taking a step back and wiping away the tears wetting my cheeks.

"It's okay to admit you'll miss me too," I tease.

He stares down at me, jaw rippling.

"I won't have to," he says, his throat bobbing as he swallows, taking a few steps away from me. "I'll keep in touch with you, Lissa."

He turns, walking away down the corridor, and I watch him go, the ache in my chest growing as fresh tears fall from my eyes.

The door beside me opens, and Dom steps out, concern etched onto his face when he sees my trembling lips and tear-soaked face.

He glances down the hall, seeing the back of Leo just before he turns the corner, and realisation sweeps over his face. He moves towards me, dragging me against his chest and resting his head atop mine.

"Come on, little viper. Let's go say goodbye to everyone, and then we can head home. I'll even let you cry on my shoulder about another man while I sit there and pretend not to be jealous about it."

Pulling away from him, I jab my hand into his chest, glaring up at him.

"I hate you."

"I love you too, baby," he mutters, dipping down to capture my lips with his.