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A single tear pooled in my left eye, and I watched it fall. I watched as it landed on the tip of my boot. I watched as it glistened against the worn leather. I watched it slide down to the floor as my heart pounded in my ears. She was gone and it was for the best.
Protect Hallow Ranch, boys, with everything you have and then some. Give your blood, sweat, and tears to this land and no one else.
For the first time in years, my father’s voice filled my head. Momma was silent. She had been since I declared my love for Valerie in the forest.
It had been the best night of my life.
Who knew that only days later, I would be living a nightmare.
“Kings.”
I raised my head, evidence of that single tear long gone. Dried up. That would be the only tear shed for Valerie Cross. She took my heart with her last night; she didn’t need my tears, too. “What?”
“Dad, she never came back to the house last night,” Caleb said, fear in his voice.
She ran away from me, but I didn’t see where she ran to.
Dread pulled in my gut, along with something else.
Fear.
Fear for her not being okay.
Fuck.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Denver, CO. Tim Moonie’s penthouse hotel room.
“What?”Timbarkedintothe phone, getting up from the couch.
“I have her,” a voice said on the other end of the line.
A sinister smile spread across the man’s face as he stared out of the window, the city of Denver bustling below. It was a sunny day, and the temperature was set to reach a record high. After leaving Cathy bleeding in the floor with instructions to kill herself, he came back to the city, needing to attend some meetings with investors and construction crews.
Moonie Pipelines was set to break ground on the Hallow Ranch project on January first. That meant he had six months to get the Langston family off that land.
He didn’t care if it was in body bags or not.
However, today…today, Tim was feeling a bit nostalgic. “Did you know, old friend, that years ago, a woman was burned to death on Hallow Ranch?”
The man stayed silent.
Tim continued, chuckling a bit as he made his way back to the couch, “It was the owner’s wife, actually. After doing some digging, I found an old article. Believe it or not, it wasn’t the fire killed her. No, no, old friend, it was the bison hunters.”
The man grunted.
“Unfortunately, the fire that the hunters had set for her killed them, too,” Tim sighed.
“Is that what you want me to do with her, sir?”
Curiosity got the best of him. “Have you fucked her yet?”
“No.”
“Do you want to?” he pressed, his mind going back to his perfect girl and how he used to fuck her until she cried.
“Maybe her mouth, but I don’t need her biting my dick off.”
