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Gavan stares at him incredulously. “Seriously?” He shakes his head. “Jesus, the ways I’m going to fuck with you, you little shit. Korol. You got that?”
“I’m in, Gavan.”
“Copy everything. Delete any cloud backups.”
“Doing that now. One sec.”
Brooks looks like a shell of a man as he slumps on his knees on the ground, bleeding from the face. The man on the other end of the phone whistles.
“Christ, there’s some…I dunno, man, I’m not looking at this shit. But the motherfucker’s got some questionable-looking porn folders on here.”
Gavan’s face swirls with rage. “Copy it all,” he snarls.
“Done.”
Gavan hangs up the phone and quietly slips it back into his pocket. Brooks is sobbing on the ground.
“P-please!” he chokes, looking up piteously at Gavan. “Please!” Don’t kill—”
“Jesus. I’m not going to kill you,” Gaven spits venomously. “I’m going to fuckingown you,you little fuck. And I’m going to own yourfather, too. And he’s going to know exactly why I own him.”
Gavan’s eyes swivel to mine, holding my gaze for a second as something dark and surging swirls behind them. Then he turns back to Brooks.
“No—I’m not going to kill you,” he murmurs, a lethal heaviness in his tone. “But you did touch what’s mine. Youhurtwhat’s mine.” He lets his words sink in. “Lie down.”
Shaking and whimpering, Brooks does what Gavan says.
“Hold out your arm.”
Brooks starts to sob even harder. Gavan snarls and bends down to yank Brooks’ arm out for him before gagging Brooks with his own tie.
“I’d bite down hard if I were you.”
Gavan stands, looks at me, and then turns back to Brooks. His foot stamps down, hard. Brooks screams into the tie in his mouth, trying in vain to wrench his arm away. But Gavan stops him, kicking Brooks’ wounded arm back out across the stone floor and stomping on it again.
And again.
And again.
When he’s done, Brooks could very well be in shock as he hyperventilates on the ground. His arm is bent askew in four different unnatural angles, and his fingers are nothing more than red pulp and gore.
Gavan wipes his bloody shoe on Brooks’ jacket before leaning down close to him.
“I haven’t killed you or cut off your balls because this is about sending a message to your father, not starting a war with him. Now, here’s what’s going to happen: when they wake up, your guards will say whatever you tell them to say. I’d make very sure to get your story straight. If you ever try and come after Eilish again, or her family, or her friends, or if God forbid you’re supremely fucking stupid enough to try and come afterme, the ways in which you will regret it arevast. You willbegme to shatter your arm again instead of what I’ll actually do if I so much as hear of you looking at, speaking to or about, or eventhinking ofher ever again. You will nod if you understand.”
Brooks manages a weak nod of his head before Gavan winds up again and knocks him out cold.
My pulse is roaring. My entire body is tingling with this weird, vibrantly throbbing, almosteroticthrill as I watch Gavan stand up, turn, and stab his eyes into me.
Suddenly, I’m consumed with an almost heart-stopping need for this man. A desire that threatens to engulf me in flames. His eyes surge with power, possessiveness, and lust as he storms across the terrace, grabs me hard, and yanks me against his rock-hard body as his mouth slams to mine.
“I would fucking kill for you. Never forget that,” he snarls. I hungrily kiss him back, whimpering as he scoops me up into his arms and carries me away.
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EILISH
The heat roaringthrough my veins is primal. The need for him is fierce and savage. And when we slam together, it’s like two unstoppable forces of nature exploding together.
