I don’t want to decide anyone’s fate. I want to go home.
A few seconds pass in silence before Kane sighs. “Alright, Siren. We’ll hold onto him for you until you’re ready.” When he turns back around, only Sam remains. The other men fled when the opportunity presented itself.
But not Sam.
He stands six feet away, completely ignoring Kane to stare at me. “Mercy?—”
“Don’t,” Kane snaps, holding the gun to Sam’s forehead. He snarls, using the barrel to shove Sam. A streak of red cuts across Sam’s forehead, the tip of the gun slicing through his skin. “God, I wish I could shoot you. Do you know how many times I’ve pictured it?”
Sam speaks, but his heart isn’t in it. “I’ve thought about killing you a hundred times.”
“Bet you’re glad you didn’t, huh, Pretty Boy? Because who was here to save your girl? Sure as shit wasn’t you.”
Wincing, Sam lowers his head, blood dripping down his face. It slides between his eyes and past his nose. “You’re right.” Ourgazes lock, and he drops to his knees. “I’m at your mercy, baby, but please?—”
Agony reflects in his eyes.
“Don’t go easy on me.”
