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Broken but Breathing(Jinx Tattoos Book 2)(7)

By:Shyla Colt


"You ready to talk?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Let's head to my room then." He guided her through the crowd to his dorm room. He kept his space clean and organized.

He removed his arm and closed the door behind him. "Sorry about that,  the boys can be a bit incorrigible, especially Hustle. Had to get you  out of there before he had you set up for tournaments."

"They're not what I expected," she remarked.

"What did you expect?"

"I don't know. Maybe not as playful?" She frowned. "I've been a long time without interacting with people. I'm rusty."

"You been sitting in an ivory tower too long, Sprite?"

"I'm pretty sure those are for princesses only," she said.

"Nice try to avoid the topic."

"You want me to admit I've been pathetic, Xavier? That make you feel good?"

He liked the sound of his name on her lips. He hadn't heard it in a long time.

"Are you angry with me, Es?"

"No," she admitted. Her lower lip trembled. "We tried for five years to  conceive, and then I lost her. I'm thirty-eight. I know my window is all  but gone. It makes things so much more painful." She hiccupped.

His heart went out to her. Jocelyn had been a one and done. They decided  after three years of marriage and five years of togetherness it was  time for kids and out went the birth control.

"Hey, women are having kids later and later."

She shook her head. "I don't think I could do it. Care that much again."

"Give it time," he said.

"You mean to tell me you're scouting for a new wife?"

He laughed. "Shit. Jade was lucky to tame me. I can't imagine any woman  being up to the challenge. But I wouldn't totally discount it if she  could handle my life."

"I find it hard to believe."

He shrugged. "I don't pretty up words to make others feel better, Sprite."

"Does it ever stop hurting so much?"

"No, but you learn how to handle it better. Your life becomes about more than everything you lost."         

     



 

"Is that how it went for you?" she questioned.

"With the help of the club, yeah. You have to find something and hold on  to that shit like it's your last chance at life because it is. Grief is  a crushing weight. You have to find a flotation device to keep your  head above water."

"I don't know that I can."

"I saw you out there tonight. You were alive."

"Because here I'm someone else. They don't know my past or look at me  expecting certain things. It's a chance to figure things out."

"Allow yourself the time and space to continue that, Es. You're welcome here anytime."

"I don't want your pity-"

"Hey, I don't do that shit. I like you."

"Why?"

"Still trying to figure that out," he said.

She laughed, and it was a tiny sound bite from heaven.

"That's better. I see the happy person in you fighting to break free.  I've traveled the same road you're on. We make sense. As friends," he  added quickly when she lifted an eyebrow.

She took a shaky breath. "I want to take a chance on you. When I'm with  you, I feel comfortable in a way I haven't experienced in a very long  time."

"That's all that matters, Es."

Sniffling, she smiled ruefully. "I guess you're right."

"Get used to saying that. 'Cause usually I am."

She rolled her eyes. "I should call my family back now. They'll be worried. The last thing I need is the police at my door."

"Be a shitty end to a bad day," he agreed.

She stood from the chair in front of his desk. "Thank you for this," she said.

"Hey, we agreed I'm your support."

"Who's yours?" she asked.

"I got a club full of brothers for that, Es."

"Just the same. I hope you know I'm always here to listen, too."

"I appreciate that. Let me walk you out."

He turned her words over in his mind as they gathered her things and she  said her round of good-byes. She hadn't been there longer than a few  hours, and she'd already won them over. As he watched her pull away, he  wondered if he was doing this for her or himself.





CHAPTER THREE

Estelle

"Is this the point where you explain where you were last night?" Jolene asked as she peered over her plastic cup.

Sighing, Estelle leaned back into her plush orange armchair. The peace  she'd discovered yesterday with Snake was disintegrating rapidly. How  can I explain a man like him to Jolene? He was a complex puzzle she'd  yet to scratch the surface on. Jolene would only see the tats and outlaw  biker lifestyle. She would call her a million shades of stupid and  start listing all the reasons why any sort of relationship with him was a  bad idea. She took a sip of her Bourbon Barrel Coffee to stall for  time.

"Does it matter?" Estelle asked, studying the brown liquid inside her mug.

"Were you at the grave site again?" Jolene's voice dropped to a near whisper.

Estelle looked up. The sorrow in her sister-in-law's green eyes cut  through Estelle's annoyance like a hot knife through butter. She folded.

"No. I told you, this year I'm focused on moving forward. No more  drunken days sitting on the cold ground all day. I promise. I know it  won't change anything."

Jolene seemed relieved. "So where were you?"

"With a friend," Estelle replied with a shrug.

Jolene frowned. Estelle could see the wheels in her head turning double time.

"Who?"

"No one you know," Estelle answered, keeping her tone light.

"You'll have to forgive me if that's not reassuring," Jolene said drolly.

Estelle cringed. After everything Jolene had done for her, she owed her  more of an explanation. "I've been going to a grief group for about a  month now. They pair you up with a buddy, or as my sponsor and I would  say, support."

"That's fantastic, Estelle! Why didn't you say something?" Jolene's face lit up like a lamp that had been switched on.

"Because I didn't know if I was going to continue it initially. Later,  because it felt good to do something and not make a big deal out of it.  Sometimes I feel like I'm living in a petri dish under a microscope."  She shuddered remembering the way she'd been hounded by the press right  after the accident. Everyone wanted an update on her progress or an  exclusive interview. She'd stopped watching local television because  they kept playing her story like it was a new reality television show.  The mini paparazzi stage had contributed substantially to the previous  year of living like a hermit and cutting people off. There were no words  to describe the way it felt to see your so-called friends on the screen  doing interviews about you.         

     



 

"Between the frequent visits with the doc, and you and everyone I know  waiting to see if I'm going to have another epic meltdown, there's not a  lot of room for screw ups. The pressure is too intense. I wanted to dip  my toe into the water without an audience standing behind me."

"We worry about you, Stelle. You've been through a lot and haven't always handled everything well."

"I know. I understand that, but you can't hold it against me for the  rest of my life. I've been through some Lifetime movie worthy shit over  the past couple of years."

"We don't hold it against you-"

"Do you know how many missed calls I had when I got to my car after  class? I love you all for caring. You carried me when I couldn't stand  on my own two feet. You dragged me out of bed kicking and screaming when  I wanted to lay down and die. I will never forget that or downplay it. I  was a mess. But I'm not that person anymore."

Jolene stirred her iced coffee and peered out the window. "It's hard to  stop cold turkey. We've watched you struggle so hard, gain momentum, and  then crash and burn out of nowhere. It makes it hard for us to be hands  off, and let you go it alone. I know you're not a child. I'm not trying  to treat you like one," Jolene said with a sigh.

"Trust me to ask for help if I need it. I have to learn to function on  my own again, Jole. It's the only way it'll work long-term."

"I know," she whispered. "Was your support helpful?"

Estelle smiled. "Yeah, they were. I dragged my feet about going to the  grief group. I've gotten used to being an anti-social hermit. What used  to come second-nature takes a bit of work. I accept that, and I'm trying  to change it. Funnily enough, and as cliché as it sounds, being around  others who've lost someone helps."

"Do you get up and talk?" Jolene asked, leaning forward in her chair.

"No. Honestly, I usually just listen. But they don't make you do anything you don't feel up to."

Jolene smiled. "I'm glad you found something that helps you."

"Me too. It feels like a massive breakthrough."

"So, what did you and support do?" Jolene asked.

She was fishing, but Estelle had no plans of taking the bait. She wanted to keep Snake to herself for now.