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Surprise, Surprise! Kade's first POV! Enjoy ๐Ÿค!

"Life is the first gift, love is the second, and understanding the third." โ€“ Marge Piercy

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Chapter 76

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|Kade|

My head snapped back as Levi landed another punch. With a curse, my fingers swept past my bloody lip.

I scowled at his smirk. Cocky motherfucker.

I returned to my stance, even though it had landed me at least three punches from Levi so far. I didn't have it in me to give a shit right now, though.

"If I hit your sorry ass one more time, I'm going to tell Adrian to call this shit off," Levi grinned, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. "What's up with you, man? Something with your girl?"

I shook my head, pulling in a breath I never even knew I needed. "Nah, just some shit at home. And, no, it's not what you think."

His brows rose before he let them fall. "Your mom?" he guessed, motioning for me to put my arms up. He swung, but this time I weaved, immediately catching the fucker in his temple. It would have connected, but he blocked it just in time. "She being a bitch, again?"

"Don't call her that," I warned.

Levi stared back at me with a look of disbelief. He was shocked. Hell, I was, too.

Ever since the talk with Susie a couple days ago, things were...strange to say the least. I had no idea if that was a good or bad strange.

Kimberly said that it was all about time, so I held onto that fact. But, since things was as peaceful as they could be right now, I wasn't going to complain. My mother and I, as odd as it sounded, were okay. Not best friends, but okay.

It was better than nothing. It was more than anything we ever had.

Levi squinted at me in confusion before stepping away. "Okay," he drawled with uncertainty. "Since when did you like her, or even remotely respect her?"

With an eye roll, I began to undo the tape on my wrists. I was done with training for the day. "I don't like her, I just...respect her, now. We talked over our shit, and things have been better, I guess. Or, they're getting there. That's it."

That was all I would say for now. Levi and Luke were the only people other than Kimberlyย  that I would trust with my life. But, the wounds were too fresh. I didn't want to talk about my mommy problems when I had my girl to get home to.

The thought of her made my insides flutter until it left a impression. I tried to suppress it, but when it came to her, every single feeling was raw. I didn't want to hold back when it came to my person.

There was no discussion about it. The woman was my air, my reason, and my best everythings.

Anything she asked of me, I would do without a question. The woman could have me on my knees in front of a crowd, declaring my love if she asked. I hoped she'd never go that far, but having me drink that disgusting coffee on the plane was close enough.

I didn't even realize I was grinning until it started to hurt. Of course, Levi's smartass noticed this, too.

I shoved at his shoulder as hard as I could before jumping off of the platform steps three at a time. Swiping at the loose droplets of blood under my nose, I hurried off to grab my shit.

Luke was my usual training partner, but he needed the day to see his mother at the hospital. I understood, despite how annoyed I was after the day.

Levi was a cocky son of a bitch. We had been here since this morning, both inside and outside for the racing. As much as I missed Kimberly, I needed to train as much as possible.

"Hey, fucker," I heard from behind me. "No kiss goodbye?"

I groaned, slamming the locker shut. I wanted to hop in a cold shower, but I needed to get back to Kimberly as soon as possible. I was going the hell home.

My glare jerked over to Levi, who was still standing there. "The fuck do you want?" His hands raised in surrender.

A mischievous grin danced across the fuckers' lips. "I just wanted to say that I'm glad you're getting your shit together. You're going to knock those fuckers off their feet, but I don't mean just in here. I mean, with your girl, your mom, leaving this shit for Kimberly, you know, all that sweet shit..."

He scratched the back of his neck, a look of uncertainty passing over his expression. I expected him to continue, but I wasn't too shocked. The three of us didn't do sentimental.

That was enough for us, as cold as it sounded. Luke, Levi, and I met here, in the cages. Those two assholes helped me in ways I didn't think possible. They were my first real friends.

Of course, we beat each others' asses nearly every other day, but that didn't matter at the end of the day. We stood by, for, and with one another no matter what the hell we got ourselves into. They were my brothers.

I grunted, gripping my bag strap. "You done with the sweet shit now, or are you gonna suck me off, too?" Thank you, I couldn't have done this whole life shit without you, Levi.

His eyes glittered with amusement as he crossed his arms. I knew that he understood my version of thank you.

His head tilted at me. "Want me to call Kim? I can see your brick from here."

My eyes jerked over to him. "One, don't bring her name up, and two, don't give my girl a damn nickname." My glare didn't die as I stepped past him, bumping into his shoulder to knock him back a couple of steps. "And put a shirt on too, bitch. I can see your flabs from here."

I heard his chuckle from behind me, which I responded with a loud fuck you. I don't know where he got off with a nickname for my woman, but fuck no.

I glanced over every dusty inch of the cages as I made my way out. In just a couple of weeks, I would never see it, again. The place that practically bred me into the piece of shit I was.

I had no regret in leaving it. For Kimberly, it was an easy exchange. When it came to her, everything was.

As soon as I was outside, I pulled in a long string of fresh, clean air. It was cold as shit, especially without my jacket, but I appreciated it, nonetheless.

Over the past few months, I tried to appreciate everything that Kacen wasn't able to. Even as the grief threatened to drown me in its entirety, I tried to listen to what my mom said. We had to keep going.

I would have done anything to see him, and Kimberly meet. To see my favorite people with one another.

But, the best that I could do was hold onto my imagination. I loved her, so I knew that he would too. He loved everyone.

Another smile tugged at my lips at the reminder of Kimberly's gift. I didn't think it was possible, but when I saw it, I knew that I fell even harder.

I had my brother in my face, again, even if it weren't physically. If it became too much, Kimberly was on the frame, too, always centering me back. Other than having the opportunity to love her, it was my favorite gift,

As soon as I was in the car, my fingers upped the heat as high as it would go. I was going to freeze my balls off if I didn't cool the fuck down soon.

I shifted the gears in order to let Levi know I was gone. I felt my blood vibrate at the roar of the engine, calling me back to that damn energizing, dangerous game.

My fingers tightened around the steering wheel as I muttered a curse. I tried the technique my aunt taught me: counting, but to no avail. Instead, I used the image of my soulmate to bring me back. It worked a little too well.

As my fingers loosened from the death grip, I deemed myself fine enough to get on the road. Despite it, I couldn't ignore the heavy drop in my stomach, the disappointment that I couldn't just rid myself of this shit.

But, it was progress. It was more progress than I'd ever made. Progress was good, no matter how slowly it happened.

It was a strangely good feeling, being or trying to be someone good. It was harder than I liked to admit, but every night, I would reflect and consider how happy I was that I actually did it.

I started attending therapy regularly for the first time in years, leaving the cages, controlling myself, giving everything that I could to make myself deserving of Kimberly. That was what was worth it, no matter how difficult the consistency was. But, I promised her. I promised myself.

I couldn't ask her to give me her all if I couldn't do the same. If I couldn't give her my best, the absolute best that she deserved, then I didn't deserve her. I wouldn't have that, I couldn't. I couldn't go back to a time where I never heard her voice, kissed her lips, held her in my arms, loved her. There was nothing to go back to; she was it.

I loved her too deeply to lose her to my old life. There wasn't a question to it. She was mine, and I was hers before either of us even knew it.

I made a mental checklist as I turned onto the highway. I wanted to stop, and get Kimberly's favorite tacos from this truck-stop, the ones that always made her eyes gleam with excitement then dread because of her stomach problems, then happiness all over again. It was a hilarious sight.

I needed to get Susie a gift, as well, even though I was a couple of days late. It was strange, but a feeling nagged at me to at least try to build something with her. I didn't intend on putting it all on her alone. I wanted Kimberly and I's children to at least know their only grandmother.

The only time I'd ever seen Kimberly's mother was from afar in a court room, but now that I knew everything, I wanted to kill her. To make her feel the pain times a million, for not only freeing my spermgiver, but for hurting my strong girl.

I knew that her mother, and brothers were still thriving, still wealthy and free from any consequence after everything she did. But, that wouldn't last long.

As soon as Kimberly was finished with their talk, I was going in for the kill. I knew people who destroyed lives without a thought, and those very people owed me favors.

I knew everything about the woman, from the moment she took her first steps. I had everything set in place, and in a blink of an eye, she was going to lose everything.

It couldn't make up for the pain she put Kimberly through, it couldn't even get close to it, but I knew how to hit her mother where it hurt. And, this shit was going to damn near destroy her.

Death was too good for the evil bitch; I had to destroy her for trying to destroy my girl.

Just as I pulled into a parking spot along the quiet lot, I heard my phone buzz with a call from its spot. My lips perked up, immediately, I already knew it was my love begging for these damn tacos.

My hand fell to the gear shaft, shifting it into park. My heart leaped with excitement as I picked the phone up; I hadn't seen my beautiful girl all day.

My smile fell immediately once I saw Luke's name cross the screen.


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