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I’m trapped.
A big, loud, embarrassing sob chokes out of me. Fat tears well and then spill down my cheeks. I don’t want this. I don’t want this!
“Tom,” Michael booms. “Let CJ handle his wife alone.”
My panicked stare finds CJ’s eyes. They flash with triumph. I’m stunned stupid, unsure if I feel relieved or horrified CJ is the chosen one.
“No,” I cry out. “Please.”
Someone rushes forward, venom in their tone. “You can’t do this!”
Ronan.
Tom releases me, and for a moment, I think they’re going to let me run into my brother’s safe arms, but CJ’s hold tightens to the point of pain. He never releases his grip, twisting to face off with Ronan.
“It’s done. She’s my wife now,” CJ growls. “Back the fuck off.”
My heart trips over itself when Ronan takes a swing at CJ. His fist smacks into CJ’s jaw, forcing him to stagger into me. I try to shake my arm free, but CJ is too strong.
“Logan,” Michael snarls. “Deal with your problem now, Son.”
Ronan, before he can advance on CJ again, is yanked back by his hair. Logan’s furious glare burns a hole through me. He twists his fist in Ronan’s hair, making my brother howl in pain. I’m helpless to do anything but stare uselessly.
“Ronan,” I wail, tears running hot rivers down my cheeks. “Ronan!”
Logan forces Ronan to his knees and then onto the ground face first. He then slams his foot down on the side of Ronan’s head, pinning him to the ground.
“You’re hurting him!” I screech.
A hand flies out, smacking me across the cheek so hard I see stars. When I blink them away, Michael is towering over me, nostrils flaring in fury. I wilt under his terrifying glare.
“CJ, control your wife.Now.”
I allow CJ to jerk me away from Michael, thankful to withdraw from the fiery hatred emanating from their leader. CJ forcefully drags me over to a log and makes me sit. His arm wraps around me, locking me in, and his other hand is a vise over the top of my thigh.
I’m not going anywhere.
I’ve lost this fight.
“That was an unfortunate interruption,” Michael growls. “And, as you can see, Logan, he’s not ready to be a husband for our dear Mya. He’ll need more time with you.”
Logan gives a clipped nod, but his lips curl into one of satisfaction. My poor brother doesn’t move from his flattened position aside from the heavy rise and fall of his back as he breathes.
“That’s not fair,” Mya whines. “I want a husband!”
“That’s enough, sweetheart,” Owen chides, pulling her to him. “Soon.”
As her father comforts her, I glower at her. I’m caught between being thrilled she won’t get my brother and horrified that he’s going to take another punishment from Logan.
Idid this.
“Tom,” Michael calls out. “Your wife will be Sadie.”
Sadie gasps and I freeze. She starts shaking her head frantically. Tom walks over to her, snagging her small hand in his giant one. Her eyes lock on mine. I try to convey to her that Tom isn’t the worst—that he might treat her well since his kids are there too—but she doesn’t find comfort in my stare. The poor girl starts crying hysterically until she collapses. Tom easily scoops her up like a sack of apples, whistles for his kids, and then the four of them disappear into my tent.
Notmytent anymore.
I’m ready for this night to be over with.
