64, Creating a demon

** TRIGGER WARNING** This chapter will contain discussions about SA and self-harm. Please be kind to yourself if these things trigger you, and move on to the next chapter.

Bane had a hard time believing that Emma felt safe with him. From his point of view, he was the one that introduced danger into her life. She should be terrified around him, even if she wasn’t afraid of him as a person.

“It’s because of my mother,” Bane told her. He froze, he hadn’t meant to say that. He didn’t talk about his mother, not even with Jax.

“Because of how she died?” Emma asked. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t poke at old wounds,” she then said.

“It’s okay, angel,” he told her. He picked up her hand that was on his chest and kissed it. He found himself wanting to talk to her about his mother. “She was so different from everyone else in my life when I grew up. My mother was sweet and kind, and she would almost always laugh. She always had time for me and Jax and she would take us on picnics in the garden and