Thorne
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"There is no space for negotiation when I say No"
I sit, tapping my fingers on the desk.
I look down at my hand.
The empty spot on my little finger.
She had cried last night when I told her she can't have the ring.
But then I had to give her one, to make her stop crying.
And the only one that fit her was my little finger ring.
I wear them
Too many in fact, knuckle rings.
The eye stoned.
It's a tradition, most of the bikers wear them.
And last night it felt like I was on the baby sitting duty.
Treating her wounds, helping her out when she had passed out.
I shift, crossing my legs.
And I remember the way she had wrapped her legs around me.
Her dress had raised high, I could feel the heat from her core.
It took so much of strength to leave her behind.
But I k
