“Because I have what you want.”
I scoffed and tried to play it off. “And what’s that?”
“Her.”
He was right. Utterly, completely right. And for all the fucking wrong reasons.
“Let her go, and I might let you live.”
He smirked. “It’s funny that you think you’re the one in control here. The one calling the shots. Kent asked that I leave a little message for you.”
I huffed like I didn’t give a shit what that prick had to say, all while my finger itched on the trigger, waiting for a clear shot.
Ready to take it the second I had it.
“He wants you to know that you have one more chance.” Deviant sneered it. “He’ll forgive you for that little stunt you pulled with your sister, but when you come crawling back, youknow you’re his and you bring Elena with you. He said to consider it part of your debt.”
Rage hit me so hard it was blinding.
Disgust and hate and the truth that I would never let anyone get to my sister again.
“I’m going to take this one with me as a little extra bonus.”
It was all I could take.
I snapped.
Surging forward with the intent of tearing the fucker apart with my bare hands, but Trevan grabbed me by the elbow and dragged me back just as the creep yanked Brinley all the way out the front door.
The two of them were swallowed by the swell of gleaming sun before the door swung shut behind them.
Fury combusted, a deafening roar in my ears.
Wildfire.
Wildfire.
“What the fuck?” I snarled, trying to break out of Trevan’s hold.
“Just wait,” he gritted.
I thrashed, and he tightened his hold. “Trust me, brother, wait.”
That was right when a single gunshot rang out, followed by an ear-splitting scream out of Brinley.
It pierced my chest like a flaming arrow.
That was right when Trevan released me, and I went barreling through the lobby, shoving through my guys and out into the glaring light.
Brinley was on the ground, her knees and hands scraping the gravel as she dragged herself back in my direction.
Juts of horror and disbelief hurled from her quivering, mortified mouth.
Locks of autumn-spun hair wild and disheveled around her stunning face.
An indecipherable emotion rose up in me as I watched the agony and determination rip through her distinct, unforgettable features.
Brinley Webber looked like she was crawling out of a pit.
