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“Stop it! Don’t do this!”

“Do what? Tell you the truth?” He snidely grinned. “I’ll tell you what, though, your virgin-tight pussy was nice to fuck.”

I slapped him across the face as hard as I could. My hand stung, but it was nowhere near what my heart felt with his brutally cruel statement. I didn’t hold back. I went at him.

Shoving.

Hitting.

Pounding my fists into his chest.

I didn’t pay any mind to the throbbing pain shooting through my hands and tearing through my body at the same time. My mind urged me to keep going. However, my heart pleaded with me to stop.

“You don’t mean that! I know you don’t mean that!”

He didn’t try to fight me off. He let me attack him without blocking any of my advances. Almost like he knew he deserved it for purposely trying to hurt me, ruining and breaking me like he promised.

“Why are you like this?! Why can’t you just let me in?!”

He gripped my wrists, holding me in place in front of him and I didn’t stop.

I couldn’t.

“You want me to hate you?” I spewed with my emotions getting the best of me. “Well then here! I’ll fucking say it! I hate you, Jace Beckham! I fucking hate you so much! I hate the way you make me feel! I hate the way I can’t stop thinking about you!” Tears filled my eyes. “I hate that you broke my eight-year-old heart! I made you that red velvet cake with my nanny, asshole! Knowing it was your favorite! And all you did was treat me like shit! Exactly like you are right now!” The tears slid down the sides of my face; there was no controlling those either.

“I gave you my bunny! It was my favorite stuffed animal, and I gave it to you! Only for you to toss it away like it meant nothing when it meant everything to me!”

I thrashed my body around, trying to break free from the hold he had on me. I couldn’t breathe, drowning deeper into my despair. It was one of my worst memories, and I was reliving it all over again because of him and his selfishness.

I yanked me toward him, inches away from his lips to warn, “You want to know why I can’t let you in? I’ll fucking tell you! The last woman I let into my life stood where you are right now… happy, hopeful, filled with so much fucking life!”

His words had a chokehold on me, strangling me harder, faster, to the point that it felt as if I wouldn’t survive it. I thought I knew everything about him, but I couldn’t have been more wrong.

At that exact moment, he revealed, “She was shot by one of my enemies! Do you hear me now? Are you listening? It was a fucking sniper that I’ve been searching for ever since! Is that what you wanted to hear? She died right where you’re standing. Can you feel her? Because I sure as fuck can!”

I would remember this split second for the rest of my life. Out of all the times I wanted him to tell me the truth, I never expected it would end me too.

“She died in my fucking arms, Cove!”

I gasped, stumbling back as soon as the last word left his mouth. Except it wasn’t from what he finally confessed to me after all this time.

No.

I fell back from the bullet…

That just shot me in my chest.

Twenty-Eight

Jace

“NOOOO!” I heard the desperation in my voice, reliving my worst nightmare all over again.

I watched a bullet lodge into Cove’s chest from what could only be the mark of a skilled sniper somewhere hidden once again.

She staggered back before she collapsed into my arms, coughing up blood.

“No! No! No! No! No!”

I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t fucking breathe.

Cove wasn’t smiling.

She wasn’t laughing.

She was just bleeding out profusely.

My vision tunneled. All the blood drained from my face as her blood drenched my skin, my heart, and what was left of my fucking soul.

Our eyes locked as I shattered with guilt, with pain, with nothing but hatred for the man I’d become.

“Somebody help me!” I shouted loud enough to break glass. “Somebody please fucking help me! Cove, Cove, Cove… stay with me, bunny. Stay fucking with me…”

I gasped for air, pulling out my cell phone from my pocket to dial 911.

A man started running toward us, already on his phone, yelling at them about our location and how she was bleeding out and dying in my arms.

“You’re okay, bunny… you’re okay…”

Her blood poured through my fingers, soaking my hands, my body, my entire being. No matter how much pressure I applied, it wouldn’t stop.

So much fucking blood.

My eyes frantically searched for something to apply more pressure to her gaping hole. My hands weren’t enough to control the bleeding pouring out of her.

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