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He punches his sharp knife several times into Owen’s abdomen before letting him fall to the earth. Tee’s eyes widen in realization, and she scrambles to escape. She barely makes it a few feet before she slams into Logan’s chest. With no expression on his face, he grabs hold of her head and snaps her neck.
Holy fuck.
My heart is in my throat and I don’t think I can draw a breath.
Michael killed his own brother and nephew. Logan murdered his aunt. They did this in front of everyone, even the kids. These people are sick.
The smaller children near Tom and Seth cower under Michael’s cruel glare. Their whimpers are quiet as fear paralyzes them. Lisa, Seth’s wife, slumps over, crashing against her husband as she passes out.
Everyone is silent with terror as Michael pins his stare on each and every one of us.
“We are building something here,” Michael growls, words cold and evil. “Anyone else who thinks they’re also going to give up like my brother and his family, please, speak up. I’ll handle it right here and now.”
No one utters a peep.
“Good. Tom, you keep an eye on Ronan and Kristen.” Michael’s harsh stare locks on mine for a moment before darting over to my sister. “Jace can handle his wife. We’ll be back tomorrow with the lost children and everything will be right again.”
Tom is quick to get his kids moving into the tent and then he hauls both me and Kristen with him. Neither of us fights his manhandling because we’re both eager to get away from their bloodthirsty leader.
Before I step inside the tent, I get the strange sensation of someone watching me. The hairs on my neck stand on end. I glance over my shoulder expecting Logan or Michael to be staring at me, but they’re busy removing the bodies of their family.
Confused, I sweep my gaze over the darkened trees beyond camp. I can’t see anything clearly without my glasses, but the sudden jump in my heart rate tells me that the shadow that slowly moves beyond the tents is not a tree blowing in the wind.
It’s him.
Please, God, let it be my brother.
Michael just murdered his own nephew and brother.
I watched it happen with my own two eyes.
No remorse. No regret. Nothing.
This hateful man needs to be eradicated from this world. I’d give anything to charge forward and stab him to death.
As much as that idea entices me, I know I can’t. It’s not part of the plan. Me and Rowdy have one agenda: Get Ronan and Destiny out quickly and quietly. Going on a murdering rampage would feel great for about two minutes until the rest of their people quickly outnumbered the two of us. Then where would that leave us?
This morning, Raegan and Sadie gave us the lay of their campground and the sleeping arrangements. And after we made a plan to set out just the two of us, I had to watch as Wild led Raegan, Sadie, and the boys on their trek back home.
I had her for one night.
One perfect fucking night.
My mind is a storm of tumultuous thoughts. For a bit there, with Raegan’s naked body pressed against mine, I’d forgotten about all the whys we shouldn’t be together like that. I let my need to hold her overpower my morality. It felt good to touch and kiss her. To get her off with my fingers. Fuck, she felt amazing. Just like I imagined.
The voices near the campfire once again draw my attention. Even though Rae said Ronan and Kristen sleep in Logan’s tent, it was Tom who ushered them in with his family. Destiny disappeared to the tent with Jace, though, which was where Raegan said she’d be.
Now, all we have to do is wait until they fall asleep.
Logan and Michael work on dragging the three bodies away. I want to go after them, finding Rowdy’s figure about twenty feet away, but am met with a sharp shake of his head.
Right.
Focus on the mission.
Get in, get out, and run like hell.
Waiting for a good time to make our move sucks. It’s unnerving. Every second that ticks by feels like we’re closer to sentencing them to their death. Michael is clearly unstable and unafraid to kill his own flesh and blood. He won’t think twice about hurting my family.
