Page 89 of The Bastard Prince


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He must have hit me fifty times.

I couldn’t keep count.

I was dying.

The pain was unbearable.

Unable to stop myself, I screamed at the top of my lungs, praying and begging for mercy.

It never came.

When I felt my legs being pushed apart, a piece of my heart died in my chest.

When I felt someone press at my front entrance and another at my back, my entire soul fractured and splintered apart.

Bracing myself for death, because if these men didn’t kill me, I was going to do it myself, I locked my muscles into place and frantically hunted for a happy memory.

Something to cling to.

Somewhere to run to.

Meaty hands groped at my bare breasts and another pair of hands lifted me into position.

"I've been waiting for this since you got my brother killed, cunt."

Remember your bird, Peter?

He was beautiful.

"I'm going to fuck you until I split you in half, baby whore."

Maybe you'll get another bird someday.

And a big white cage.

I felt something hard probe against my vagina, moments before a deafening bang thundered through my ears.

Something wet splattered across my face and the probing was gone.

Another deafening bang filled my ears, taking with it the hands at my back.

"Try it and I will kill every last one of you."

My eyes sprang open at the sound of the familiar accent and locked on a man standing in the doorway of Fabio's lair.

No, not a man.

A king.

My king.

Trigger's dark eyes landed on mine, so full of rage and ferocity, that I felt something snap back into place.

Looking wild and feral, he stormed into the room, flanked by several men in black suits.

The army, I quickly registered.

They were still alive.

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