Page 43 of Fallen Dane

WHITNEY

Many others have met their end at the warehouse where has Dane brought me. He chose this location specifically because it’s remote, owned by the Sinclairs, and no one will hear Harrison scream.

I pace across the concrete floor. My hands aren’t shaking. I expected nerves, but all I feel is anticipation. This is different from when I poisoned Gerald. That was slow and methodical, watching him fade over weeks. This is going to be immediate and visceral, and I can’t wait to watch Harrison’s life end.

I don’t care how fucked up that makes me. Dane loves me the way I am, so I see little reason to force myself to pretend otherwise.

Dane leans against a metal workbench with his arms crossed. He watches me pace with a grin. As much of a grin as anyone can expect from Dane Sinclair.

We haven’t stopped touching each other since last night. Even now, when I pass close enough, his hand shoots out to grip my hip and pull me against him.

“You’re enjoying this far too much, kitten.” His mouth brushes my ear. “He’ll be here soon enough.”

“I want to make it hurt.” I turn in his arms to face him. “I want him to know that he picked the wrong woman to fuck with.”

“That’s my girl.” He kisses me hard. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark with desire. “Once this is done, you are getting thoroughly fucked.”

Headlights sweep across the warehouse windows. Dane releases me and checks his watch.

“Right on time.”

My pulse quickens. This is it. I’m going to kill Harrison Lockwood.

The side door opens, and Fox enters first. Tate follows, then Thorne. Between them, they drag Harrison Lockwood. His hands are zip-tied behind his back, and there’s a gag in his mouth. His silver hair is disheveled, and his expensive suit is rumpled.

When he sees Dane and me, his eyes go wide. He starts struggling against the restraints and making muffled sounds behind the gag.

“Your wife looks ready to kill someone.” Fox’s voice is dry as he watches me. “Good thing we brought her this fucker.”

Tate smirks. “I like a woman willing to get a piece of the action.”

“Bring him here.” Dane gestures to a metal chair positioned in the center of the warehouse. Someone had already bolted it to the floor.

Dane’s sons force Harrison into the chair. Fox secures his ankles to the chair legs with more zip ties while Tate binds his chest to the back of the chair. Thorne checks that everything is secure, then steps back and looks at me.

“The dipshit’s been crying since we picked him up.” Thorne says. “He knows what this is.”

“How pathetic.” I cross my arms and stare at Harrison’s tear-stained face.

“Dad.” Fox steps back and wipes his hands on his pants. “He’s all yours. Or hers, I suppose.”

“Hers.” Dane’s hand settles on the small of my back. “I’m just here to watch this time.”

Tate laughs. “Never thought I’d see the day Dad let someone else be in charge.”

“My wife earned this one.” Dane’s tone makes it clear the discussion is over.

Fox crosses his arms and leans against the wall. “This should be interesting.”

Dane crosses to Harrison and rips the gag from his mouth. Harrison gasps for air and then immediately starts talking.

“Dane, listen to me. This is a misunderstanding. Whatever Whitney told you, she’s lying. She murdered Gerald. I have proof. I can give it to the Council—”

Dane punches him in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose.

“Shut the fuck up.” Dane grabs Harrison’s jaw and forces him to look at me. “You’re going to die tonight. The only question is how much you suffer first. And that depends entirely on my wife.”

Harrison’s eyes dart to me.