“Take the gun, Haven,” Ramsey orders gruffly. “Time’s ticking.”
“I’ve got all the time in the world,” I remark with flared nostrils. “Did you need to take your fuckin’ meds or something?”
“I need to take my crown.” He lifts the gun higher. “Take it.”
Hesitantly, I begin to slide off Torin, but the gun at my head only presses harder.
“You’ll do it right there.”
My eyes widen a bit but like I’ve been told, Ramsey is a fucking psycho.
“Fuckyou,” I spit out, feeling a vein in my temple throb in warning that it’s going to bust if my temper clicks one level higher. “We’re going to do this like men. Not some sick fuckingjoketo terrorize your brother.”
“I like terrorizing my brother,” Ramsey says pointedly. “It’s a pastime I like reliving over and over again.”
“I should’ve fucking killed you years ago,” Torin rants, his chest heaving in unsteady breaths of frustration and adrenaline. “Fuck having a brother because they’re fuckin’ worthless at doing what they’re supposed to do.”
“Aw,” Ramsey coos, sounding hurt, but the smirk on his face alludes that he’s far from the emotion. “I made sure Emilio kept your silly, stupid ass alive. You owe me for my brotherly love and nature.”
“I’d rather you didn’t.”
I immediately nudge Torin for the comment but don’t respond to it. Instead, I say to his brother, “I take that gun, and I’m shooting you with it.”
Ramsey stares at me, then releases a heavy sigh, shaking his head as though his plan was futile in the first place and worthless as hell. “Why do you bothinsiston doing shit the hard way?”
He drops the gun and glances over at the men behind me. “Bring Ryland in.”
If I thought I was semi-panicking before, I’m in full-blown terror at the mention of Ozzy and what the hell Ramsey is going to do now.
“Wait,” I appeal, watching Ramsey run his fingers through his light brown hair. “Let’s just get this over with.”
“You obviously can’t be trusted,” he replies vacantly, not bothering to look at me. “And I figured you’d need some motivation to get started. I just didn’t think I’d ever get the opportunity.”
“You’re wasting time,” I quickly remind him. “Give me the gun, and let’s get this over with.”
“Too late.” A small smile reconfigures his face, and it’s not a warm one either. It has me practically panting in horror at what’s about to happen next. “Oz, welcome to the party.”
“Ramsey,” I rebuke angrily. “Leave him the fuck alone, and let’s do this. It’s betweenus,not them.”
“You made it their problem.” He peeks over at me. “Don’t you wish you would’ve left South Shore?”
All the air from my lungs feels as though it’s been punched out.
I hear the scuffle of shoes against hardwood, and I know he’s here. I just can’t look at him because the gun on my head won’t allow me to move.
“You touch him,” I warn, “and you won’t get that Titan seat therightway.”
Ramsey’s face lifts in silent challenge. “Won’t I, Haven?” He turns to face me fully. “You’d let your husband get raped over and over again until you decided enough is enough and end this, once and for all?” He shakes his head at me, and then makes a clucking sound with his tongue. “I knew you were a spoiled little bitch, but I didn’t think you were a cruel one, too.”
“Stop—”
“Take off his pants,” Ramsey orders with a wave of his hand before I hear a grunt and a landed punch, which I’m hoping was Ozzy landing one on someone. “I’m going fuck his ass so hard, he’s going to wish he’d let me have it in the first place.”
I rise from Torin’s lap and ignore the gun pressed at my skull. “Listen, you piece of shit. I saidno. It’s a full sentence. You touch him, it doesn’t matter if I’m dead, you’re still going to be ripped to fucking pieces.”
Ramsey rolls his eyes and lifts the gun for me again. “I’ll fuck him one way or another tonight. Whether you’re listening while I do…or he’s lying in a pool of your blood after you’ve placed a bullet in that pretty, stupid head of yours. Take your pick.” His jaw tics. “And make it quick.”
SEVENTY-ONE
