That’s all she’s worth.
This isn’t about old crushes or feelings. It’s the fact that he’ll do anything to get his hands on her again.
“Pretty brave to say for a man who’s never going to walk out of here,” Torin conveys with a bit of grit he can’t hide. “Not a cute look.”
“Not trying to be cute, Wildes. You think you have the upper hand here, and you don’t.”
Hand.
Hands.
He touched Bay.
Hestillwants to touch Bay.
The hair on my body stands on end in warning that, with him around, she’s not protected. It doesn’t matter how many men we have or what kind of protocols we have in place, a snake always finds a way to slither through a very small area. Whether it be him, one of his men, or anybody else he pays off.
She’s suffered at his hands.
Hands.
Hands.
“I’m going to kill all of you,” De Leon continues through the deafening silence. “And I’m going to make her watch. And when she has no one else to fight for her…I’m going to start picking her apart piece by fucking piece while she screams.”
My vision begins to blur into a state of organic focus.
All I can home in on are his words and truths.
The convictions he lays out against him so freely and emotionlessly.
I broke her every single fucking day of her life. And I loved it.
Mindlessly, I stretch my jaw as his voice infiltrates the airspace, but I don’t concentrate on his words. My brain and body have already locked themselves in place for what I do best.
For what I was built to do best.
One of the men on the Forsaken Crew shifts his weight, causing a small glint of something to catch my eye.
A machete.
It’s Sutherland.
I don’t need to look up to confirm because he’s always preferred sharp objects over lead bullets. He’s one of the most violent members of the Forsaken Crew, and we don’t let him off his leash very much.
The last time we did, he chopped up three men.
Which means his weapon is always sharp.
And painful.
It’s not proper decorum to touch another man’s shit, but my disorderly thoughts don’t take heed to how he’d feel about it.
It’s howIfeel that has me unsheathing it from its black holster.
De Leon said he was going to pick Bay off piece by piece when he so-called kills us all off.
And what if he does?
