Daniel gathered me close, spinning me around so I squashed against his front. His breath wafted in my ear as his hand fisted my breast like I was a trophy to be touted.
I didn’t care. My body was as numb as my soul.
My eyes widened as a red-faced, tear-stained Jasmine rolled in behind her father. If I hadn’t locked away my pain, I would’ve burst into tears and shared her grief.
Why was she here? How could she stand to be around her father after what he’d done?
Two of her brothers, gone.
Half of her family obliterated by the man who should’ve protected them from everything.
He’d tried to kill her, yet she willingly breathed the same air as him.
Why?
“What are you doing?” Daniel grunted, kneading my breast. “You said—”
“I know what I said.” Cut prowled closer, his gaze taking in my dry eyes and balled hands. His jaw ticked, but that was the only sign of emotion. “Something has come to light.”
Jasmine looked at me. Something didn’t seem right. Her cheekbones sliced through pale skin, her normally sleek bob messy and tangled. But she had an edge about her speaking of unpredictability and almost...deranged mania.
He’s dead.
He’s dead.
Of course, she wouldn’t cope.
“Get out!” Daniel took a step back, hauling me with him. Our legs entwined, but I didn’t fight. I had the power to kill him, but we had to be alone. That was the only way.
Cut tucked the key into his pocket. “Buzzard, listen—”
“No, listen tome.” Jasmine shoved the rims of her wheelchair, barging past Cut and coasting at supersonic speed toward us. “Let her fucking go, Dan!”
Daniel flinched.
Jasmine cursing was wrong—as if she’d never sworn in her life. She looked too perfect to stoop so low. However, the unhinged glint in her bronze eyes and whitewashed face held no hint of weakness from watching two brothers die.
She looked livid rather than heartbroken.
What is going on?
Daniel’s gaze swooped to Cut. “What the fu—”
“Do as she says,” Cut ordered.
I swallowed as Daniel tweaked my nipple. “Like shit I will. She’s mine. We’ve all decided.”
“Listen to your father, child.” Bonnie appeared, entering the room and resting two hands on her walking stick.
Shit, they’re all here.
My hackles rose.
In my melancholy and newly budding fury, I’d forgotten about Bonnie. I’dcounted only two victims. Two men who would suffocate in dirty graves, eaten by worms.
I have three targets.
Three lives to steal to avenge so many others.
