I exhale sharply, cracking my eyes open. Two more shots—one bullet.
Ramsey already has the gun reached out for me, and I can’t do this.
I can’t.
This is insanity at its finest, and I’ve been known to do some stupid shit, but I don’t keeppointing a loadedgunat my head in the process.
“Fuck, he’s tight,” one of the men groans in the room, and my stomach guts itself out, because…he means Oz.
Ozzy is…
On either instinct, morbid curiosity, or both, I begin to turn my head, but Torin’s light touch cups my cheek, silently prompting menotto look over.
My body convulses in shock, adrenaline, and trepidation because I don’t know what to do. I shoot the guy, Ramsey is going to run a train on my husband.
He’s going to make me watch.
He’s going to break Oz more than he’s already broken.
This next round means I’m either going to live or stop it.
Or Ramsey is going to continue with his fucked-up torture. Fuck his promise of letting them go, I don’t believe him.
What are the chances I can somehow…do what, exactly? You have one fucking bullet in this gun and several others in here with a whole clip.
You have to do this.
End it.
End it, and do what? If you die, Ozzy is still going to be raped and brutalized. You don’t, you might skip out, and Ramsey gets the bullet.
Lifting the gun, I inhale shakily, and I am terrified this is the end for me.
I never got to do all the things I wanted to do—and that was just to leave in peace with no threats or apprehension.
I wasn’t able to kiss Mae and Ellie goodbye, and now they’ll have to deal with another loss at such a young age. They won’t grow up with me at their sides. I was exactly what I always thought and that was a complete failure on my part.
And Levi…this is going to shatter him.
Reeve is going to go back to getting high.
Cairo is going to…fuck if I know. That man is so goddamn toxic. I don’t know if he’ll go on a full-blown killing spree or crawl into a hole and die.
“Wildfire…”
Fuck me, Pretty Boy.
I’ve loved and hated him forever. No one understands me the way he does. He lets my wild out and loves me for it. My petty rivals his, and I might want to beat the shit out of him half the time, but he’s mine and I wouldn’t change a thing about it.
I hadn’t realized until he calls my name that my eyes had closed, and when I open them, I find Torin staring up at me.
I’m either going to die in his arms, or his brother is going to pull some shady shit and finish the job.
“Don’t leave me,” he says, straining to hold himself together with glossy gold eyes. “Use that hard head of yours for once in my favor.”
“I love you, idiot,” I croak out with a choked sob. “You know what to do if things don’t go my way.”
“They have to,” he retorts as his fingers brush along my stomach and around my waist. “I can’t live without you.”
