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He slung the rifle back over his shoulder and made a arangement, looking up at Rose. "C'mon, we're going to Ireland." |
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Rose just nodded, not meeting his eyes |
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He put out the cigar and pulled his jacket back on, hopping onto the bike and speeding off to the airport, sneaking in and boarding a private jet which was really back to Russia, mainly for Caden to finish what he started. |
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Before she could board the plane he took her by the hands and held her infront of him, looking into her eyes for a moment. "I just want to say i'm sorry.For dragging you into this, for how you were crying the other night," His voice was toneless, but the emotions were raw, undenying. "Just know i'm sorry, for everything." |
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"It's not enitrely your fault" |
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Caden looked around before his gaze fell on Rose again, and he shrugged. "Hm, really? Because it looks like this is my fault,why else are we getting on a jet?" He asks, turning and boarding. |
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"Because.....I don't know....But it's not your fault." |
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"Yeah it is Rose, it is." He says, done with the conversation and boarding the jet. |
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Rose sighed and sat beside Caden, not looking at him |
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