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Sharpe was already reaching for her when she hit his knee, and he went down. There was a flash of a knife, but she didn’t reach him before one of his goons had her wrist and twisted it viciously behind her.
She dropped the blade as she kept fighting. I went to work twisting my hands to try and loosen the ropes. Blood slicked my skin where they were cutting into it. All I needed was one arm free…
“You break my heart,” Sharpe said as he closed the distance to where his men were holding her. It was taking two of them to keep her still. Bastards.
When he put his hand on her face, she spit. The wad struck his cheek, and he backhanded her hard enough that her head rocked.
Fucker.
“Burn him again,” Sharpe ordered, and the brand hit the other side of my lower back even as I twisted. I bit my fucking tongue that time.
“Stop it,” she screamed, and Sharpe gripped her face tight. His knuckles were white where he dug into her cheeks.
He stared at her, his expression emptying of all emotion. “Do you want me to free him?” He cut a look at me then back to her. “Do you want him to live?”
She didn’t answer, and I couldn’t see her face, but his face turned into a dark mask as he glared down at her.
“You do…is he one of your lovers too? Has he—”
“You’re disgusting,” she said. “He’s my brother—my family.”
“Iam your family,” Sharpe argued. “The only family you will ever need.”
“I’d rather be dead.”
That declaration actually seemed to rock him. Cold invaded his eyes. “As you wish…”
“Don’t you—” I didn’t get to finish my statement as a blow slammed into my head. Darkness swarmed me. I fought dropping off; I needed to stay awake. Stay aware.
However, time had to have passed because when I opened my eyes again, Ivy wasn’t there. Her scream roused me further, and that’s when I saw the coffin.
And the grave right behind it. There was a video playing somewhere. Sharpe had it up as he watched it on his phone. The insane son of a bitch truly looked sad as the coffin was lowered.
If not for her actual cries and the sound of her hitting the sides, I might have lost it right there.
“Sir?” one of the men asked.
“Finish it,” he said. “She would rather be dead than come back. We’ll bury her—then go.”
“What about him?”
Sharpe glanced at me.
“Let him watch. Then bring him. You took from me, Hardigan. I don’t forgive. You’re going to pay for this…for taking her. You gave her up, and you should have left it alone.”
The man was insane.
Yet, he stood there the whole time as they used a backhoe to dump dirt into the hole. It took almost no time to fill it in, her cries growing fainter and fainter until the soil muffled them completely.
Sharpe wiped at his face, then pocketed his phone before accepting his cane. “You and I will have a longer conversation later,” he informed me before limping away.
He took most of his bodyguards with him.
“You got him, Ron?”
“Yep,” the man who’d been wielding the brand said. The ropes cut abruptly, and I fell. I’d been just off balance enough that I couldn’t catch myself. My right shoulder ached like a bitch.
If I had to guess, it was dislocated. Pain littered my flesh from the burns and welts on my back to the bruises striping my ribs.
