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Gareth blinked. “What? Like, let her choose between us?” I could tell based on the tone of his voice he thought that was the shittiest idea ever, and I had to agree, but what else could we do?
“I don’t see you coming up with anything else,” I muttered, shooting him a frown. I leaned back and rolled my shoulder. The action caused a new wave of pain to shoot through me from the stab wound; I had to clean it out soon, but I was hoping to get Gareth out of here, first.
He let out a skeptical chuckle. “As if I’d let her choose you or Alistair. Alistair is still married, let’s not forget. There isn’t any way she’d ever choose him—”
“Unless he gets rid of his wife, which I assume was the plan from the beginning. I don’t see Alistair and Nicole working out long-term.” Gareth had to see it too, otherwise he was blind. That marriage wasn’t one of love. It was a marriage of strategy, to get Brianna here, under the Montgomery roof.
After a while, when Gareth said nothing more, I asked, “So, do we have a truce, then?”
Gareth was uneasy about it, I could tell, and yet he still muttered, “I guess, fine. A fucking truce, for now.” He shot me a death glare. “But I’m not going to stand back and let you steal her from me. She was mine first.”
“Technically, I kissed her first—” Gareth looked like he was going to lunge at me again, so I quickly threw up my hands and added, “A truce. The only terms of the truce are, once Brianna decides, the loser has to agree to let her go and not hunt the winner.” I think those terms would be tough for both Gareth and me.
“Fine,” Gareth said. “And Brianna can’t know about it.”
I nodded in agreement. “And Alistair?” Alistair would find our little agreement-slash-truce juvenile, but if we offered him a stake in it, I didn’t doubt he’d take it. Evidently, he wanted Brianna as much as we did.
“Fuck him. He’s got a wife. Until he gets rid of her, he’s no competition.” Gareth sounded so sure of that, but given the fact Brianna had already fucked him once while knowing he was married to her mother… maybe we shouldn’t count him out just yet. “How do we get her to decide without telling her about it?”
That was the biggest and most important question, and I thought about it. A few seconds passed before it came to me. “Whoever she says ‘I love you’ to first gets her, and the other backs off.” I pointed a finger at Gareth. “And no lying about it.”
Gareth scoffed at me. “As if I’d need to lie about it. She’ll say it to me first, and once she does, you’ll have to live with yourself knowing she chose me.” A slow, devilish grin spread across his face. “That’s a fate more torturous than death. I think I’m going to have fun with this.” He stood up and ran his hands along his sides.
I got up with him, glaring at him all the while. “You’re so sure she’s going to pick you. I don’t want to hear it when she chooses me.” Something came to me right then, and I had to add it to our truce. “And no pulling the words out of her. No telling her you love her first to get her to say it back. She has to say it, by herself, with no involvement from you.” That would make it harder for Gareth, I knew.
Come on. When given the choice between me and Gareth, it was obvious who she should choose.Me.
Gareth scowled, and it looked like he wanted to argue with me, but in the end, he said, “Fine.” He said not another word as he walked around the couch, heading to the door. His hand reached for the knob, but before he left, he stopped and turned toward me. “I’d say may the best man win, but I know I will, so.” He shrugged and left after that.
I watched him go, and I just barely resisted the urge to tell the asshole off. I really did hate that kid. He was… God, I couldn’t believe we’d come to a truce, all because we both wanted the same girl. What was this world coming to? Never mind what it said about me.
Brianna was too young for me. She should be off-limits in every way, but that didn’t stop me. It couldn’t. Connecting with her when I’d only meant to warn her of Gareth had been a mistake, but the mistake was long passed by now and there was no taking it back. And now that I knew what her body felt like when it was taking my cock…
Like hell was I going to let that little prick have her. He had the advantage, of course, living with her, so I’d have to figure out a way to see her more often.
It was a good thing lying wasn’t off the table.
Chapter Thirteen – Brianna
While I waited for Gareth to come back, I ran through all of the things I’d say to him. Mostly, how much I hated his guts for doing this to me. I mean, come on. You didn’t tie someone up to their own bed after drugging them, fuck them, and then leave them while you went to kill the guy they’d slept with earlier in the day. And you definitely didn’t do all that while also sticking that someone with a dildo made to the size and specifications of your own dick.
What the hell else was I supposed to do? The moment Gareth left, I tried to free myself. My brain was still a little hazy after being drugged and then fucked, but I was in my right mind enough to know that what Gareth did was wrong.
And I didn’t want him to kill Rick. I actually liked Rick—though that wasn’t saying much, since I also found myself liking two other people I most definitely shouldn’t.
But, what would you know? Gareth had tied these restraints pretty damn well. I was helpless. Alone and helpless, with a freaking dildo stuck inside of me.
I didn’t know how long it would take, how long Gareth would be gone. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried about Rick, but at the same time, I was also worried for Gareth—stupid, I know. Gareth was a psycho who was more than capable of killing, but Rick had a gun. He was the head sheriff. He could handle himself. Really, Rick was more of a match to him than most people in this town were.
Would I be here all night? Tied up to my own bed, naked, waiting for Gareth to make his triumphant return? What would happen if Gareth lost the fight and Rick ended up killing him? Honestly, the thought of either one of them dying filled me with a strange type of sorrow I’d never felt before.
I didn’t want either of them to die. I might be confused about everything else, but I knew that much.
Time crawled on. I grew tired of trying to free myself. I got bored. All I knew was, if Gareth survived the fight, I’d tell him off something major for doing this to me.
And then, out of the blue, my door creaked open slowly, and someone stepped inside. I lifted my head and said, “Gareth, I’m going to—” What I was about to say,I’m going to kill you, died in the back of my throat when I saw it wasn’t Gareth who’d strolled in.
No, it was Alistair.
