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Before McKenna does something to her that will force me to rip this fucking city apart.
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RILEY
I tryto blink my eyes open and can’t, and I feel like I should be panicking about that, but I can’t seem to do that, either. Everything feels muffled and distant, but it’s not until someone lifts me—out of a car?—and starts carrying me somewhere that I realize I’ve been drugged.
There are muffled voices around me, and I don’t recognize any of them. I push through the fog and try to remember where the fuck I am, and finally manage to blink my eyes open only to wish I hadn’t.
Austin McKenna. Leader of the West Point gang. The man who took my sister in payment for our father’s debts. The enemy who’s at war with the three men I love. And the monster whom I promised to marry today.
My skin feels like a thousand ants are crawling over it, and my eyelids each weigh a thousand pounds. I give in and let them drift closed again, and for a moment, I’m almost grateful for the way whatever that motherfucker drugged me with is muffling the world around me.
It was hard as hell to leave the Reaper’s house with Chloe this morning, knowing I’d be leaving them behind forever. Signing all those papers to claim my inheritance from the Sutherland estate was surreal. But West Point lying in wait for us afterward is something IwishI could forget.
When they pinned us down in that alley, I saw the truth in my men’s faces. Neither Maddoc, Dante, nor Logan had any intention of backing down.
And that would have gotten them killed.
“Where do you want her, boss?” the goon carrying me asks, the question breaking through the drugged fog I’m stuck in.
I shove against his chest, struggling to get loose even though I’m not sure my legs are ready to hold me yet.
It doesn’t matter. I’m the one who voluntarily offered myself up to Austin, and I’d do it again in a heartbeat to save my sister and my men.
But that just means that it’s up to me to get myself out of this now.
“Shit, she’s awake,” the goon holding me grunts, his fingers digging into my flesh as he hauls me into a tighter hold.
Someone laughs. “The feisty ones are fun.”
“Fuck you,” I rasp, ramming an elbow into my captor’s ribs and twisting away as much as I can.
The men around me just laugh, and one of them loops something around my ankles, binding them together, while the goon holding me lowers my feet to the ground, groping me along the way.
Then they tie my hands too.
I’m still too weak from the drugs to stand, and I hate being right about that almost as much as I hate the feeling of helplessness as they let me slide to the floor at their feet.
I blink up at them. Four men. All blurry. Then one leans down, his face looming into focus above mine.
It’s Austin.
He’s smiling, and it turns my stomach.
“Riley Sutherland,” he says, his smug, possessive gaze making my skin crawl in a way that has nothing to do with the drugs.
“Sutton,” I correct him in a hoarse whisper. “I’m RileySutton.”
Not that I’m proud to carry Frank’s name, but if this fucker is going to gloat, he needs to get it right.
Something ugly flares in his eyes, but his smile only gets wider. “Good to know. It’s the details that matter, isn’t it? Otherwise, our marriage wouldn’t be real.”
I glare up at him, wrapping my anger around me like a shield to hold off the panic those words bring. “It willneverbe real.”
He reaches down and strokes my cheek in a disgusting parody of affection.
I jerk my head away, and he laughs.
