A/N- can we just take a moment to thank these amazing fucking sunsets. like gah damn.

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Knox, a gang-leader?

Why does it seem fitting but at the same time nothing about it fits him?

"I'm confused, how? Better yet, when and why?" I'm trying to keep really calm about this but deep down I feel the urge to freak out and hide.

"Look whatever I tell you can't be repeated to anyone else. I need you to know that i'm trusting you with everything." He stopped swimming and is staring down at me.

Not able to form words, I just nod my head. He glances at the ceiling before looking at the water.

He looks beautiful with the water shining on his perfect tattoo skin.

"My family wasn't all there, my father walked out when I was born and my mother was a drug addict who had different men over every night. I remember one night I came home from a football game at school and my mom was in the living room doing a line of coke while the guy she had over was passed out next to her." He takes a deep breath before glancing at me.

His eyes filled with darkness and I want to take it away.

"I had just gotten home and she looked up at me and told me to get her a drink, I grabbed a beer from the fridge for her and gave it to her. She grabbed my arm and forced me onto the couch between her and the guy. All she said was 'good boys get nice things' and she pushed my head down toward the table, shoved a stick up my nose and told me to breathe in through my nose. That feeling I remember I never wanted to feel like that again. She threatened to take away my brother after that and I never saw my little brother again after that. She would argue with me some nights or have mini parties. At one point she had kicked me out of the house. I was homeless for about 10 months before I ran into this well dressed man."

I can feel the tears running down my face but I only care about him and how he's feeling. I can't imagine.

"He says he saw something in me. A fighter to be exact. He took me in, gave me everything I needed. I slowly started to train with him. We would have little boxing matches and he would always win. One day he told me I was ready for the real thing, I think I was 17, I was pushed through a crowd and fought a real match. I had actually won. From then on, I only got stronger so I became his fighter. Championship after championship and so on. Now, I didn't know anything about what he did till I was 18, and only then did I realize that that is the only way I cant feel the way that I did when I was with my mother. Fast forward, and he gave over his gang to me when I turned 20, and he still manages to dictate things."

"Say something Abby, please."

I can feel his pain.

I just want to hold him.

So I lunged at him, pushing through the water. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his head to my chest. I never wanted to let go. He grabbed the back of my thighs and pulled my legs around his waist.

"I hate that that brings you so much pain, I don't want to see you in pain." I whisper in his ear.

He pulls me closer, as if I wasn't close already.

"Cmon, lets get out of the pool." He's already standing up and gets out with me wrapped around him. I grab his face making him look at me and he stops walking.

"Knox, I'm still in love with you." So many emotions running through his eyes before adoration and lust prevail.

He kisses me like never before.

Were about to take it further when someones voice makes its way to our ears.

"You have a bedroom for a reason, and why the fuck is there a pool in the living room." He has light brown hair and brown eyes, nice face but Knox is way better looking.

"You must be the roommate." I smile and stick my handout after I untwine myself from Knoxville.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you!" This should get interesting.

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A/N: bow wow bow wow, I got another ticket so im back to being more broke then i am((;