Chapter 155: No One’s Keeping You Here
The screams of people getting tortured around him followed Max into sleep that night. The eyes of the helpless women and children stared up at him as they reached out to touch him.
The sound of their begging, pleading for their lives as the men he had always considered his family rampaged through their homes, destroying everything in their wake.
He had felt a connection to Hattie, just like the other had, and just like the others, the voice inside his head assured him that he was doing the right thing...
But his conscious knew better.
Before shit had hit the fan, he had made a promise, an oath, to serve and protect. There were no stipulations as to who he was supposed to serve and who he was supposed to protect, and he felt so damn proud knowing that he was making a difference to those around him.
Like Salvatore, he tended to fade into the background. People always seemed to forget that he was there, so he tried so hard... so damn hard to fit in... to be happy, to be flirty, to be something that he wasn’t.
And now... now he didn’t know if he could take it anymore.
It was almost better for him to eat his gun than to keep going forward.
Hattie was unique... but he really didn’t know if she was so special that he had to change everything about him to fit in.