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I might be a bit crazy like Tey, but fuck it.
Mine.
Another shadow of a man steps into the room, and I look out of the corner of my eye, knowing right away that it’s Dom. He has this confident swagger that can’t be missed. It says, look at me; I hold the upper hand and have a big dick.
Ignoring the screeches of Paris, or at least trying to since it feels like she’s screaming in my ear, I give Dom a small nod and watch him walk across the room to stand behind Logan.
My sexy Italian stops struggling right away, his whole body going rigid at having a man at his exposed back.
“There’s one bullet in the gun; make the shot count.” Evan’s voice trembles slightly, and he quickly walks out the door beside him, leaving Dom to do the rest.
A gun is placed in Logan’s chained hand; his arm only allows so much movement that he can’t raise the weapon higher than his waist. It happens within a blink of an eye; he doesn’t hesitate the moment his fingers grip the gun.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Logan repeatedly pulls the trigger, the empty sound of the gun echoing around the cement walls. His teeth are gnashing together as he lowers his arm and tosses the weapon at Paris’s feet with a curse after he just had it pointed right between her eyes.
“You were really going to kill me! You motherfucker! My daddy will kill you for this. He knows people!”
This bitch.
I bet her “daddy” knows people, being the slimeball judge he is since he associates himself with Franco. Corrupted and evil, just like his “lovely” daughter.
“Knows people? Little girl, I am the people,” Dom announces in a beautiful, haunting voice as he addresses Paris, breaking his silence and walking around to stand in front of Logan with his enormous arms crossed over his wide chest.
“You son of a bitch!” Logan starts cursing, his wordsswitching to Italian and back to English. I’m not sure he even notices he’s doing that.
Dom pulls his mask off, and even with the light dim, I can see him roll his eyes as he ignores Logan. His steps are slow as he comes over to my sitting position and trails his fingers around my neck and down my shoulder so lightly that I shiver.
“My daddy’s a powerful man! You’ll go missing, and no one will miss you! I’ll tell him to kill you!” Paris continues to scream, but I block her out as shivers from Dom’s sensual touch trail down my spine.
I meet Logan’s angry eyes but see the hurt behind the mask he’s trying to put on. My strong, broken man contains so much pain. I only want to take it all away for him and see him open up to me completely.
I think he can do that once he understands why I did it. Maybe he already does, but I’ll prove to him that nothing can ever break us apart now.
I’m all in.
“Have fun, mama. Try not to make him bleed too much,” Dom mutters smoothly into my ear, that slight Spanish accent turning my insides to freaking jelly.
I have it really bad for these men. I was doomed from the very beginning, the moment we all met, but that’s okay. One way or another, we live and breathe until, one day, we just stop. I’d rather have my last breath knowing that I fucking lived to my fullest and loved to the point of pain.
It’s worth all of it.
“I’ll try,” I whisper with a small chuckle and stand up the moment he cuts my zip ties, freeing my wrists.
I place a soft kiss on his whiskery cheek, loving the feel of his stubble against my lips, and drop back down on my heels. He smooths a large palm through my hair whilepulling a loaded gun from the waistband of his pants and gently placing a gun in my right hand.
He kisses the top of my head with a small sigh, like he doesn’t want to leave the room, but he pulls away and leaves with the door shutting behind him.
With a deep breath, I glance away from the doorway and gather my courage as my fingers grip the gun.
My eyes meet light brown, honey-colored eyes again. He stares at me without blinking, his wide, strong chest rising and falling rapidly while his lips are pressed in a tight line. So that’s how it’s going to be? He’s not going to break the silence first.
Without looking away, I tug my underwear down my legs until they're pooling at my ankles. Logan’s pupils widen; his face is set in stone, but his eyes betray him always, with so much emotion showing. Lust and anger are such beautiful looks on him. He could want to hate or kill me, but he’ll never stop wanting me.
