Fighting For You (Book 2)

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I chuckled, "Thanks dad, I'll try to be a good boy tomorrow."

"F**k you, asshole." He walked off in the direction of the bar.

I leaned back against the couch and closed my eyes and the moment I did, her face flashed in front of me. Her laugh echoed in my head almost mocking me, tempting me with something that I will never be able to get again.

I miss her. God, how I f**king miss her. I'd give anything to see her again, to hold her again, to love her again. Mik wanted me to take the meds the doctor prescribed, but I couldn't because they block her image. When I'm on the meds I can't hear her voice like I do now, I can't see her face as clear as I do now, and I can't feel the pain of losing her like I do now. I don't want to ever forget her and taking those damn pills was making me forget her, so no, I wasn't going to take them.

"Hi."

My eyes snapped open, and I looked up into the most perfect pair of brown eyes that I've ever seen. She said something else to me, but I couldn't hear over the beat of my raging heart. Then she smiled and I had to grab the edge of the chair to stop myself from grabbing her.

Red?

It couldn't be. I knew she wasn't my wife, but f**k if she didn't look like her. I closed my eyes, hoping that when I open them again her face would change, but I had no such luck. The woman standing over me looked so much like my wife.

I swore to myself, maybe I should continue taking those pills. This was not the first time that I've seen Red's face on other women. I started taking the pills because after she died, all I saw was her face, everywhere. I'd mistakenly grab random women thinking they are my wife, but just as fast as I'd grabbed them her image would fade away, or the moment they open their mouths I would know. But this was the first time that someone has not only looked like Red but sounded like her as well.

"Are you okay, you're staring at me?"

She smiled at me. Sweetly at first, but then it started to fade into awkward uncertainty because I couldn't take my eyes off her. Her smile was like a dagger to my heart because just moments ago I was seeing that exact smile in my head.

"Ookay." She stretched the word out, "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea."

She turned to leave, and I found myself reaching for her hand. She stopped, turning to look at the hand I was holding. I run my thumb softly over her knuckles and she tugged her hand away.

"I didn't say you can touch me."

"Sorry," I said, trying my best not to touch her again.

"What's your name?" I asked, finally taking a good look at her.

She wore a long-sleeved red skin-tight dress that showed the curves on her body. Her body was different from Lilly's.

My baby looked leaner and well-toned whereas, she was slim, almost too slim. Her brown eyes were beautiful, but they were nothing compared to Lilly's blue eyes that I loved so much.

She smiled again, and this time I saw how straight her teeth were, unlike Lilly's whose were slightly crooked at the sides. However, the biggest difference was the hair. The woman standing before me had shoulder-length black hair, not long curly red hair.

"I'm Lacey, Lacey Malcroft."

I offered her my hand, "Hi Lacey, I'm Killian, Killian Black."

Her smile got wider, reaching her eyes. She looked at her hand in mine as if in a daze, then said, "Wow, your hand feels so good in mine."