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Chapter Fifty Nine

Cyrus

Iwatch him come towards me and ready myself. I’d rather it was me than Bray or Asher. I glance to check on my brother, who’s waking up. Good, he’s alive. That means I need to keep this asshole’s attention on me.

The fucker gets into my face, his lips tilted down. “I saw you touch her.”

I mumble around my gag, and he yanks it down. “I tasted her too, and I fucked her until she screamed,” I taunt, and he roars, his spit hitting my skin before he smashes the handle of his knife into my face repeatedly. I feel my nose bust, my cheek split open, and my eye swell, but I just laugh.

“She loved it, loves my cock.” My statement ends in a grunt as he flips the knife and slices my cheek, the force making me jerk to the side. “She finally met a real man, that’s why—” He slices the other cheek, and I spit my blood at him, grinning when he stumbles back in disgust.

He’s weak, so fucking weak. I hate that he got the drop on us with fucking drugs. It’s a pussy’s weapon, though I can appreciate the irony that drug dealers got knocked out by them. I was pissed, ready to wait and watch to get free and kill him... and then Blair came in.

Fuck, I had never been so happy and terrified in my life as I was when I heard her voice.

She came back for us, and now she is as trapped as we are. Blair is trying to save us because she loves us. I know now why she left, and none of that matters anymore. All that matters is getting free, killing this asshole, and saving my brothers and my girl.

And I will.

The only one who will die here tonight is him, so I grit my teeth and endure the next blow, waiting for my moment.

* * *

Bray

I struggle in my seat, remaining silent as I work to get my hands free, grinding the rope into the rough edge of the broken chair I’m sitting in. I got lucky getting this seat—he didn’t even notice. I feel the rope loosening, but I need time, time Cyrus is giving me, but I know it won’t be long before that asshole lets his rage take over and kills him.

He wants us all dead, and then he’ll leave with Blair. We can’t let that happen. Not after she came back.

She came back...

When we get free, I’m going to kiss her all over until she forgives me. I’ll never let her go again. I hate that she’s here with us, but my heart soars at what that means—she still loves us.

He strikes Cyrus again, and I move my hands faster, even as the wood cuts into them. The pain is nothing compared to the idea of losing her or one of my brothers. Nothing. I urge Cyrus to stay alive with my eyes when he meets them, and when they flicker to my hands, he nods slightly before turning back to the man.

“How did you even escape prison? You are tiny, nothing—”

It does the trick. I hear Blair waking again after passing out. That head injury doesn’t look good; she needs to go to a hospital. She probably has a concussion and will need stitches. It’s what keeps me going as my wrists are torn from the rope and chair. My blood drips to the floor and soaks the rope, making it slippery and all that much harder.

But I won’t stop until I’m free.

And when I am?

He’s dead.

No one hurts Crew.

Blood in.

Blood out.

* * *

Asher

I hear Blair sobbing and begging for me to wake up. I hear fighting and grunting, and I smell the coppery tang of blood filling the air. Oh, wait, that’s mine. My head is slumped to my chest, and my blood is filling my nostrils from the lesions he inflicted on me, the biggest being a stab wound in my shoulder. Before that, he had just been giving me superficial cuts, but it’s almost like he was waiting for Blair to wake up to do his worst.

Blair.

When I saw her walk in, my heart stopped. I knew she would come back, but when he knocked us out, I was hoping she wouldn’t. I was hoping she was somewhere safe, even if it would hurt her to learn he killed us, but then she was there, beautiful and strong, and I wanted to scream. I wanted to rush to her and tell her I loved her. But I couldn’t. We tried to warn her to run, but she didn’t listen or understand. I saw her promise not to leave us again in her eyes. Live or die, she’s here now.

When he kissed her and then knocked her out… Fuck, I swear my heart stopped. I’ve never hated someone so much in my life, not because of what he’s doing to my brothers and me, but because of what he’s doing to her. Once again, he’s putting a stain on her soul. Once again, she’s tied up by a madman, watching as those she loves are tortured.

He’s a fucking psycho.

So even though it hurts, I force my head up, knowing I can’t cause her any more pain. We have to survive this, not for us, but for her. If we die, she will never love again. No. We are making it, and we will be a family again.

Together.

He’s all that stands in the way.

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