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I shudder.
The lies he’s told me, and I was a fool enough to believe he loved me. That he really was sorry those other times.
Now I know.
Love doesn’t involve pain like this.
Love doesn’t involve force.
Love doesn’t involve brutality and fear.
Love doesn’t make you call your ex when you’ve been raped and beaten by the man you thought loved you back.
I bite down hard on my bottom lip, trying not to sob.
Fynn makes a noise that sounds like he might be in pain too. “Remember what I told you if something bad were ever to happen?” he says, his voice commanding.
I was afraid he would bring this up. But really, deep down I know what has to happen here. I need to protect myself by any means necessary.
This was a pact we made years ago, because there are so many weirdos in the world and he doesn’t trust anyone.
“Y… yes.”
“Tell me?”
I swallow hard. My head is freaking pounding. “When the pilot light is out, I need to get to the basement.”
Translation: go and retrieve the handgun he bought me for emergencies, and keep it loaded until he gets there.
He used to take me to the firing range for fun.
Good times.
“Can you get to the basement, Sage?”
I have no idea if I can move… or if Cam will be back any time soon and that scares the hell out of me. “I think so.”
I know I have to offer him something so he knows I’m protected while he gets there.
I’ve never in a million years thought about firing a gun at anyone for real, even Cam in one of his rages. Especially since a weapon could be turned back on me.
Cameron is so much stronger than me.
But I think we’re way past that.
“Do it. Do it now, Sage.”
“Okay,” I breathe. Even though everything hurts I know I need to stay strong and do what he says. I push myself up from the floor with a grunt.
“I’ll stay on the line,” he tells me.
I can hear him talking to someone again; I figure it must be one of his brothers. There’s Angelo, of course, then Marco, who is the second eldest, and his twin, Dante.
“Come alone,” I tell him, though I’m in no position to demand anything, or try to save face now. I know I’m deep in it, but I don’t want a spectacle. It’s bad enough that he has to see me like this. “Please.”
“Angelo is with me,” he says. “Did you lock the doors after he left? And bolt it?”
“Yes,” I whisper, moving from my position on the floor. Little does Fynn know, that won’t stop him.
