“I can handle it!” she begged again. “Please!”
“Look at me, Winston.”
Stanton’s words had me reluctantly moving my gaze back to him.
Back to the man I was being forced to kill.
“Do it,” Stanton ordered. “I will not watch this. I will not. You can save her right now.”
I had one bullet in this gun.
I’d shoot Sonny, but he was standing behind his bulletproof glass, just grinning like a goddamn fool.
“Choices, choices,” Sonny said as he pushed the zipper down and removed his cock from his pants.
I felt sick to my stomach.
“Do. It,” Stanton said. “Do. It.”
I closed my eyes and pulled the trigger.
Pippa’s screams would haunt me for the rest of my life.
Eight years later
“Parole denied.”
I didn’t care.
Literally, I couldn’t think of anything worse than being free.
I’d never be free for the rest of my life, not from the nightmares that haunted my every waking moment and my dreams.
I could still see the way that Stanton’s head…
“Get up.”
I did, standing up when the guard all but punched me in the back.
I stood up and walked away, uncaring of the chains that tied my feet together.
I looked up, and my heart froze in my chest.
Because there was the reason I would never want to be free, staring at me with dead eyes.
My sister.
My twin.
I looked away, feeling the bile rise.
She didn’t give me anything.
Not a smile.
Not a frown.
Not hope.
