Page 45 of Fallen Dane

He’s sobbing now, twisting in the chair. The zip ties cut into his wrists as he tries to pull free.

I step back and look at Dane, my pulse racing.

“Take your time, kitten.” He crosses his arms. “We have all night.”

Fox shifts against the wall. “Dad, I see why you paid fifty million for her.”

“Shut up, Fox.” Dane doesn’t take his eyes off me.

Thorne chimes in this time. “She’s got your energy. It’s disturbing how well you match.”

I turn back to Harrison. He’s bleeding from both cheeks, his expensive suit ruined with blood and tears.

“You know what I thought about while I was poisoning Gerald?” I run the tip of the knife down his throat. I’m not cutting yet, just showing him where the blade will go. “I thought about power. About how good it felt to have some control over that asshole. And after every dose of arsenic, I got myself off thinking about what I was doing to him.”

“Jesus Christ,” Tate mutters. “She’s great for this fucking family.”

Harrison is shaking so hard the chair rattles against the bolted floor.

“What do you think I’m going to do after I kill you?” I press the knife into his shoulder. It’s not deep, just enough to make him feel it.

I pull the knife out and move to his other shoulder. Harrison screams again, high and desperate.

“Please stop. Please, I’m begging you—”

“You should’ve thought about that before you came after my family.” I make another cut along his collarbone. The blood is flowing freely now, soaking into his white shirt. “Did you really think Dane Sinclair would let you get away with threatening what’s his?”

Dane pushes off the workbench and comes to stand beside me. He cups my face and kisses me hard. When he pulls back, a slow smile builds on his handsome face.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this.” His thumb brushes my cheek. “This is who you were always meant to be.”

I kiss him again, ready for what comes after this. But first things first.

I turn back to Harrison.

“You fucking cunt, you are going to—”

I press the knife into his thigh. This time I go deeper, dragging the blade through muscle. Harrison screams like a scared animal.

“That’s for every lie you made me tell my husband.” I twist the knife before pulling it out. “For every second you made me betray him.”

Blood pours from the wound. Harrison is gasping, his face white with pain and shock.

I move to his other thigh and make a matching cut. He screams again, the sound echoing in the empty warehouse.

Thorne speaks up from his corner. “I didn’t think she had this in her.”

“I think it’s time to end this, though.” I meet Dane’s eyes. “I have a date with my husband.”

I press the tip of the knife against Harrison’s throat, right over his carotid artery.

“You shouldn’t have fucked with the Sinclairs.” I push the blade in deep and drag it across his throat in one smooth motion.

Blood sprays across my hands and arms. Harrison makes a gurgling sound, his eyes going wide. His body jerks against the restraints as he tries to breathe through the severed artery.

I step back and watch him die. It takes longer than I expected. His movements slow, the blood flow reducing to a trickle.

When he finally goes still, I release a long breath.