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May god have mercy on your soul.
Moments later, the girl was dead.
A single bullet wound pierced her skull.
"That was an expensive mistake," Fabio said, eyes narrowing on his son. "One you will pay for with your queen whore's blood."
"Not as expensive at the mistake you made when you collared and beat my woman," Trigger countered coolly. "However, you do not have enough blood in your body to pay for your crimes."
"Oh dear," Fabio taunted. "Then how shall you make me pay?"
"Have patience and you will find out,padre."
15
"You have one hour to find a good hiding place for your whore, son," Fabio called after us, as he stood in the hallway with his guards flanking him. "Time; a gift from a loving father to his ungrateful bastard. After that, it will be open season, and I will come for her." He smiled serenely. "A whore for a whore."
"I will make you suffer for what you did," Trigger shot back with a snarl. "I will kill you slowly."
Fabio grinned. "Is that another challenge, Trigger?"
"You will die,padre," Trig said coldly. "At my hand."
"I am standing right here, son," he countered, gesturing to his body. "Unarmed. Take your best shot."
Snarling, Trigger twisted his neck from side to side, sounding truly feral. It was a double-edged sword that he wasn't prepared to fall on.
If he shot his father, Fabio's guards would shoot me. I could feel countless guns aimed at my naked body.
Trig was trapped and he knew it.
Inclining his head to his father, he hissed, "Soon."
Laughing in delight, Fabio clapped his hands together. "One hour," he chuckled with a rueful shake of his head before heading back inside the lair. "Use your time wisely, son."
Everything happened so quickly after that.
Commands were barked, orders were obeyed, and guards…more guards than I'd ever seen in one place spilled into the corridors, armed with guns.
Some belonged to the army.
More were Fabio's men.
Numb.
I was deathly cold and numb to the bone.
Reeling, I curled up in the smallest ball I could and remained cemented to Trigger's chest.
Blocking out the agonizing pain in my back, I took comfort in the fact that I was still in Trig's arms.
He was losing his ever-loving shit, shouting and spitting in Spanish at anyone stupid enough to cross his path, and he did all this with my body securely pressed to his chest, with the steady beat of his heart drumming against my ear.
He didn’t pass me off to one of his men.
He didn’t drop me on my ass.
He didn’t bark orders at me or scream in my face for fucking everything up.
