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They take him to a corner and speak to him in hushed whispers. Savannah attempts to come to me, but the goons hold her back.
“What have you done to him?” she demands. “Can’t you see he needs a doctor?”
“Not for long.” Miles’s voice again.
“Why don’t you show yourself, you yellow-assed pussy,” I manage.
“Tough words from an ex-con who’s tied up and beaten to a pulp.” But he still doesn’t come out from behind me.
“Words are all I’ve got at the moment,” I say, “but if I could, I’d look you in your lily-livered eyes before I take your life. In fact, I will. I promise you.” I strain against the ropes around my wrists. “I won’t die at your hand. You’ll die at mine, and I’ll make sure I’m looking you straight in your fucking eyes when you do.”
He laughs behind me.
“Miles, please…” From Savannah.
“Fuck off, bitch. You broke a promise. You came with me willingly, and then you refused me. I hate you. I fucking hate you, and I swear to God I’m going to make your life hell as my wife.”
“She’s not going to be your damned wife,” I say through clenched teeth, my jaw hurting like a mother. “Now show yourself.”
“Why would I give you the pleasure of looking at my face, Bellamy? Only a sweet, small thing like Savannah deserves such a privilege.”
Savannah scowls at him. “I’ll never look at your face with anything but disdain, Miles. You disgust me, and you’ll never take the love of my life away from me.”
She reaches under her T-shirt and quickly draws a gun, pointing it directly at Miles.
Miles gasps. “You’re armed?”
I can’t help a smile, though it hurts like hell. That’s my girl.
Savannah smirks. “Your guard didn’t think such a sweet, small thing could possibly be carrying a piece. Guess it’s time we brought this family into the twenty-first century.”
Miles scoffs. “Even if your boyfriend here got you a gun, you don’t have the gall to shoot a man.”
“You want to try me?” She cocks the gun.
Then Bianchi speaks. “Little cricket,” he says, his voice low and gentle. “A nice girl like you doesn’t need to use guns. Why don’t you put that away and we’ll talk this over?”
Savannah doesn’t remove her gaze from above my head. She’s looking that cowardly Miles McAllister in the eye. “You keep your mouth shut, Grandpa. I know how horrible a man you truly are, I know what awful things you’ve done. I’m not going to?—”
Then a gunshot
And a shriek from Savannah.
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SAVANNAH
“No! Not Falcon!” I drop my gun, rush past the goons, cradle Falcon’s head, until?—
“I’m okay, Vannah. I’m not shot.”
I move backward a few inches.
“Then what?—”
Miles’s body is on the floor, blood draining from his head.
And behind him stands…
