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With a swift nod of his head, two of his heavies stepped forward and grabbed my arms.
"You're all dead," I warned, fighting against their hold as they dragged me to the bed kicking and screaming. "If you lay a finger on me, he will burn you all."
"I'm sorry, Ash," Jet began to say when the men threw me onto the bed and held me down. "I wish it didn’t have to be this way –"
"I wish you had been swallowed!" I screamed back at him, as I bucked and fought against their hold on my body. "Assholes! I'll kill you all!"
"Strip her bare," Yegor instructed, ignoring my threats, as he chuckled in amusement. "Let's see what Northwood's heiress whore has under those clothes that has driven my father's bastard to the brink of insanity."
As the men ripped my clothes from my body, I locked eyes on Anton, who was standing off to the side, leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his broad chest, looking entirely uninterested in what was happening around him.
"Enjoying the show?" I spat, glaring at Fabio's oldest son. "I thought you were supposed to be the brother with honor?"
Ignoring my taunts, Anton checked the time on his watch before resuming his post of observing.
Up until tonight, Fabio's older son had ignored me entirely, accepting of the fact that I was promised to Trigger. He had never caused me harm in all of the years I had been at the estate. He had never leered at me, he still wasn’t leering tonight, but he wasn’t helping me either.
Jethro was a coward. Vasily, before his untimely death at the hands of Trigger, had been utter scum. Yegor was his mirror image in both looks and temperament.
In this moment, I decided that I hated Anton the most for being a bystander.
"Why are you doing this?" I demanded, voice cracking as a sob broke through. "Jet, I'm your friend!"
"Just tell them what you know about Trigger and they'll leave you alone," Jet pleaded, looking genuinely torn. "Please, Ash, just give Yegor the information he wants –"
"Fuck you all!" I screamed, thrashing violently on the mattress. "I'd rather die than betray my king!"
"She's as twisted in the head as he is," Yegor said to one of his heavies. "Let's see how far her loyalty stretches when the wolf turns on his lamb." Chuckling darkly, he reached into his jeans pocket and retrieved a small plastic baggy with white powder. Mixing the powder with the tumbler of whiskey on the nightstand, he came towards me. "Open wide," he taunted. "It's kitty time…"
My world was falling apart and the memories of that night, along with Trigger's refusal to back down, were the final nail in the coffin for me.
I couldn’t take it.
I honest to god couldn’t take another second of this painful and fucked up life I'd been dealt.
I only had myself to blame.
My heart had no right to love him, not when he never earned it.
Silly little lamb…
He was never going to stop blaming me for that night.
He would never forgive me.
I would never be free.
He was going to make me get rid of our baby.
It was the final straw.
Numb, I climbed the staircase, refusing to think about anything.
My thoughts were treacherous and my mind couldn’t be trusted.
That wouldn't matter soon.
None of it would.
