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I tipped my head to him. “Kid reads faster than anything. You got the third one ready to go, or are you taking a break?”
He looked up at me. “Did you take a break?”
No. I didn’t. After my mother was murdered, I was either sleeping, working on the ranch with Pop, or reading. I never left myself alone with my thoughts, not until I was a Marine, sleeping in enemy territory. My thoughts were my only escape from the hell I was living in.
“If you have the third one, I suggest you start it quickly.” Valerie’s sweet voice was there, but I was already slipping away.
I traded a living hell for a haunting nightmare.
I felt my mind slipping away from the present, where my son and Enchantress were. I was back on the hard rocks, guns going off on around of me, men shouting and begging for mercy. The cries of innocent women and children rang in the distance, forced to watch the game men play, and knowing they might lose their lives in the process.
“Kings! Kings! Twelve o’clock,” someone cried.
It was too late. The rounds I was firing weren’t enough. Planes roared from above and suddenly, I was surrounded by fire and smoke. I looked to my left as the man next to me flew back, bullets impaling his body. I screamed, but there was no use. I disengaged and started dragging his body through the smoke.
No man gets left behind.
No man gets left behind.
Mom left you behind…
Pop left you behind…
Mason left you behind…
“Denver!” A hand touched my cheek, and my body reacted before I could process it. My hand was around their throat, and I had them pressed against the nearest wall. The man was smaller than me, flailing his arms out, but I wasn’t letting this one get away.
This was one of the men who killed my mom. Their selfishness and greed killed my mom.
The man’s face changed then. Now, I was looked at an enemy shoulder, a man who has been known to kill children in the streets of his city to prove a point. I squeezed harder.
The light was going out of their eyes, and then I was looking in a mirror.
Gray eyes. My gray eyes were staring back at me. I blinked.
“Jesus, Den, get a fucking grip. I was just out at the rodeo,” the man said, my hand on his throat not fazing him. A cocky smile formed.
I wasn’t looking in a mirror.
I was looking at my brother.
“Mason,” I croaked, trying to release my hand from his throat, but he caught my wrist, forcing me to continue choking him.
“Don’t stop now, Den. You already ruined my fucking life. You took my happiness from me. Don’t be afraid to take my life too. We both know you want to,” Mason sneered.
His eyes were changing. The gray was melting away and I swore I could see a patch of green…
“Denver!”
I was pulled from my brother and shoved away.
“Jesus, sweetheart,” someone muttered.
“Denver, what the fuck?”
I blinked, but the image of Mason looking at me in terror while that bitch was in my bed was all I could see.
“You are no brother of mine. Fuck you, fuck Hallow Ranch, and fuck that cunt upstairs!”
