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I shut him up with a kiss and love the way my body reacts when I’m in his arms.This gives me hope for a future.A future where I might be able to be intimate with the one I’ve loved all my life.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

–XANE –

“You’re sure about this?”I question one last time as I’m blocking the door to the basement.

She crosses her arms in front of her chest and raises one of her eyebrows.I release a sigh.I’ve seen that look on her face when she was younger and it means there’s no fucking way I’m going to change her mind.

“Fine,” I sigh.

There’s a flicker of doubt gnawing at my brain.It might not be a big deal for her to be present when the fucker dies, but it fucking is.I know everyone has their own process to deal with stuff, but for my woman to watch me kill her tormentor?Fuck.That sounds crazy inside my head, and it might cause even more nightmares down the road.I take the stairs and hear Z right behind me, hoping this won’t cause a setback.

The basement holds a backroom which is soundproof.My father used it to persuade people into telling the truth.Well, some might consider it torture, but whatever.Right now, it’s being used to persuade Ramiro not to die as quickly as I need him to.

I smile at my own mental joke as I step inside the room.Ramiro tries to back away, which is weird and impossible since he’s tied to the chair.The fucker instantly stops when he notices Z behind me.I want nothing more than to poke his eyes out when the snake ogles her with keen interest.At this moment I’m glad I broke the fucker’s jaw.

“Zora,” the fucker slurs, and the wince on his face shows it’s painful for him to talk.

Z surprises me when she snarls, “No.You don’t get to say my name.You don’t get to do anything anymore.”

She rushes forward and I’m blinking twice to make sure I didn’t imagine it.Nope.The fucker whimpers in pain and tries to shy away from her because she just poked him simultaneously in both eyes.Then she grips his eyelashes and rips them clean off.My old lady is stepping up instead of shying away, and she shows this fucker he didn’t fucking break her.

Shit.Lynn will be pissed I didn’t take a video.Yet she will be proud as fuck to hear what Z did.

“You’re a sick bastard,” Z snarls.“We only had one damn date, and I didn’t even agree to a second one.Why in the hell would that give you the right to kidnap me weeks later?To do the things you did?To kill my cat, and to take things from me that were never yours to take while trying to break me into submission?”

Ramiro wants to say something and moans in pain when Z grabs his jaw in a harsh grip.

“No.You don’t get to say anything.All you are allowed is the knowledge that this man.”She glances over her shoulder and steps to the side, forcing Ramiro’s eyes to land on me.“He was my first, and with that said, you never had the pieces you took from me.I never gave myself or any part of me to you willingly, and never fucking will.Grayer will be my last for-fucking-ever and you will never see any of it.Why?Because you’re going to die.Any.Damn.Minute.Oh, and Grayer is going to make sure it’s painful, and no more prolonging your death to keep you for leverage.You see, we’ve already ID’d your uncle so there’s no need to keep you alive anymore, bigger picture and all...one where you don’t fit in anywhere.Insignificant.Not the man at the top who needs a bitch at his feet who knows how to heel, but instead you’re the bug about to be squashed.”

Bile rises in the back of my throat from hearing her say that shit.Just from the few words she threw at the fucker who made her endure hours, fucking days of torment.Any death this asshole will face will be too damn easy.He should be suffering every damn second for a lifetime of pain.

My hands are itching to start, but when Z turns and stalks right up to me to grab my leather cut?Everything around us falls away and all I see is her beauty.She lifts herself on her tiptoes and kisses the fuck out of me.I groan into her mouth and let my hands find her lush ass.

I know she’s making a statement, and I don’t care either way.Not when she’s kissing me like she’s been deprived of life itself and needs me to recharge.The slurring of incoherent words and the scraping of wood against concrete makes me break the kiss.