Cut jumped in. “We’ll discuss it at greater length. But I do agree; Daniel doesn’t get full rights to her. You are my daughter and the successor matriarch. You know our empire inside out, whereas Daniel is yet to be trained. It’s only fair that you have joint ownership of the final debts, and the pain she is required to pay.”
I bit my lip, unable to tear my eyes away from Jasmine.
What did this mean? Would I have to dig four graves instead of three? I never wanted to kill Jasmine. But I would if she gave me a reason.
It was me versus them now. I wouldn’t back down again.
I’m done being tortured.
It was their turn.
Daniel stomped forward, throwing his hands up in a bad boy tantrum. “But, you fucking promised.”
Cut sniffed. “I promised nothing. You will still inherit, but as I’m tearing up all the rules lately, there might be a dual inheritance. Primogeniture is over. I’m looking at all bases now.”
“But that’s not fair! There are rules, contracts!”
“Yes, and if I’d followed those rules, you wouldn’t have her either, you fucking ingrate,” Cut snapped. “I need a few days to unscramble this shit-storm. Then we can proceed correctly once the documents have been amended.”
Wait. Documents? What amendments?
Daniel laughed, slipping beside me and wrapping his hand in my hair. The long strands tangled around his wrist, providing a perfect rope to jerk me away from Jasmine.
Only, she didn’t let go. Her nails dug deeper into my wrist, keeping me pinned between the two fighting siblings.
“Let her go. She’s mine!” Jaz slammed on her brakes.
“You can have her when I’ve taken what I want.” Daniel yanked me toward him.
I cried out, tripping and swaying, two parts of me caught by two Hawks.
Oh, my God.
I was a piñata in the middle of a feuding family—tugged and devoured and ultimately beaten until I’d split open and die.
I laughed out loud at the insanity stinking up the room.
Jasmine was as bonkers as the rest of her bloodline. She would have to go, too.
He’s dead.
He’s dead.
He was good where they’re all bad.
“Quit it!” Cut roared at the same time as Bonnie screeched, “Behave yourselves!”
The Hawk siblings quit squabbling like brats. We looked at Cut and Bonnie, panting hard, trapped in a cycle of idiocy.
“For fuck’s sake.” Cut dragged a hand over his face. “You’re acting like two-year olds. I have a good mind to take the strap to both of you.” His gaze fell on his children, searing and intense. “She’ll be locked up until we have a family meeting. Then we can decide who has her first and what punishmentsshall be divided.”
Jasmine sneered, “See, Dan. Let her go.”
“You let go first.”
“God, you’re such a moron.” Jasmine relinquished her hold. Instantly, blood seeped from the slices she’d given, trickling down my wrist.
“You’re just an invalid who’s never been laid.” Daniel threw me away. “You always had it so easy, sister. Ever since your ‘accident.’”
