“Give or take.”
Torin looks back at the guys. “Run.”
A small tsk sounds from my lips. “What?”
“Try for the door. Don’t look back. If you get through, keep running. You know where I am.”
“No, I don’t know?—”
“There’s an underground tunnel from a bunch of cabins in the woods. Where were you when you got caught?”
“I waskidnapped.”
“Where?”
“Woods…”
Torin lifts his legs for me to get off him. “Go on.”
“Are you fuckin’ serious?—”
“Haven Astor,” a smooth and cool voice cuts in and reverberates through the air. My whole body seizes in what I can only describe as fear. An omen, really, of theonlymotherfucker next to my ex I didn’t want to see. “It’s so nice to see you, little sis.”
Torin tenses with me, each of us knowing what’s about to happen.
I’m about to Titan fight this bitch with a fucked-up game that leaves one of us dead and the other one living.
Craning my head to my right, Torin’s hand shoots out and clutches around my jaw so tight I think he’s going to leave a bruise.
“Don’t,” he growls, his expression darkening with each millisecond that passes.
That’s thesecondtime he’s done that.
And I’m starting to think something else is seriously wrong in this room.
“Torin, chill out,” Ramsey soothes, his body showing up behind his brother, and I can’t help but flick my focus up to him and balk in displeasure.
“You’re a bitch,” I clip out. “You seriouslykidnapped me forthis?”
Ramsey quirks an eyebrow. “You honestly think your boys were going to sit down and watch you play a round of Russian Roulette?” He releases an unimpressed scoff. “Or did you think I did?”
“I never said you were a dumbass,” I rebuke sharply. “I said you were a bitch.”
He smirks at me, and that’s when a few more men file in behind him, sending an uncomfortable twist in my gut. “I could say the same about you. You got my brother wrapped into this, and he’s had to pay dire consequences because of it.”
My interest falls to the man at hand, and Torin’s too busy staring into my chest.
Words escape me again, because I’m already imagining the unthinkable of what he could mean.
I’m not entirely sure I want to know, but I’ve never seen the outline of sheer devastation on Pretty Boy’s face like I do now.
Except for when he almost drowned me in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.
Goosebumps skate violently across my skin as I latch onto Torin’s hand still deadlocked around my chin.
“Pretty Boy…” I start, not continuing until his full attention span is centered on me. It takes a few seconds, each one more devastating than the other, when his eyes finally tap up to mine. “How bad?”
His eyes gloss over with unshed tears, and my heart shatters.
