Something in his words broke through my fear.
He wasn’t terrifying. He was pathetic.
“Your brother’s going to kill you. He is going to kill you for touching me, for trying to steal his money, and for trying to be him.” I laughed, letting the hysteria creep into my voice. “Did you really think you could pass as Pierce just because you are twins? You are nothing like him.”
“Bitch.” He backhanded me hard enough that I fell to the floor and blood filled my mouth as I laughed harder.
Jameson grabbed my hair, yanking me up onto the desk and pushing me face down, making sure the edge pressed into my ribs hard enough that I couldn’t breathe.
“Let’s see what has my brother’s dick so enthralled he’s ready to throw it all away,” he growled as he started ripping at the layers of lace, silk, and tulle.
I screamed with everything I had, just as another crack of lightning hit outside.
“Go ahead, scream.” Jameson laughed, pressing his body to mine. “No one will hear you.”
A shock of terror tore through me as his hands found skin. “Now, am I going to take this traitorous cunt or maybe I should fuck your ass. At least your last fuck will be a good one.”
I heard his zipper slide down and I snapped. I fought. I shoved back against the desk with everything I had, screaming until my throat tore.
Jameson grabbed my hair, pulled me up, and slammed me back down on the desk. The breath was punched out of my lungs, and the room swayed around me. My vision blurred.
Just as he kicked my legs apart, the door flew open and another crack of lightning lit the room.
Pierce stood there in his tux, his eyes wild, his fists clenched at his sides.
He charged in and shoved Jameson off me.
The two brothers fell to the floor and started fighting.
Then Greyson was there, his arms around my waist as he pulled me out of the room into the hall.
“No! Pierce needs me; he needs help!”
“No, he doesn’t,” Greyson said between clenched teeth. “He needs you safe. Let him handle Jameson.”
A gunshot went off and another scream ripped from my lungs as I fell to my knees as Greyson bolted back into the room while shouting over his shoulder, “Don’t move.”
I wrapped my arms around my middle and rocked back and forth. I was too horrified at what that shot could mean to even think of disobeying his order. “Pierce, no!”
I couldn’t lose him.
Not now. Not when I’d only just realized how much I needed him.
CHAPTER 62
PIERCE
Ihad just grabbed the barrel of the gun and pointed it to the side before he fired.
Pain shot through my head as a loud ringing drowned out everything.
Jameson came at me again, eyes wild, his fists raised. I took the hits. As much as my little brother was a fuckup, the man knew how to throw a punch.
This wasn’t about money anymore.
It wasn’t about our legacy.
It wasn’t about our name.
