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“I’m not trying to.”
He reaches up and slaps my tricep then holds it. “I thought maybe she’d be a nice addition to yer life, but I’m afraid she might be as vile as the rest.”
“I’m not surprised.”
“See what ye can get outta her. But don’t draw any more blood today, son. Yer mother has had enough.”
I pull from his grasp and go to find my future wife, finding Jamie and Tomas outside of one of the studies that are barely used.
Actually, one that my mother rarely frequents.
The men know exactly where to take soon-to-be victims of mine, and they stand guard outside the door, waiting for my return to divulge any sort of wrath or displeasure that I see fit.
“She’s tied to a chair,” Jamie advises me, peering straight ahead as if I’m so high above him that he can’t look at me. “She bit Tomas.”
One of my brows flies to the ceiling as I glance over at said man who has more muscle than brains and could practically lift a car if I told him to.
He doesn’t utter a single word, mocking Jamie’s actions and awaiting my next order.
I don’t give it, striding inside the slightly darkened room and finding a body currently struggling against the ropes she’s been put into.
I’m unable to miss every piece of fear that enters her green eyes when I flick the lights on and receive her in all her glory.
That same red hair drapes over her shoulders. Her skin along her collarbone is lightening as a result of her rubbing at the constraints that hold her in front of me.
The moment light fills the room, Haven’s head snaps up, and her body ceases all movements.
Apprehension.
Dread.
The anticipation of the unknown.
All three things she should be feeling because, by the time this is over, I’m not sure if I’m going to fully be able to keep myself from inflicting some sort of discomfort on my future wife.
“Let me go,” she barks out, a slight bite laced in her tone as I move forward. “You can’t keep me here.”
I almost scoff because, obviously, I can do whatever I want.
She’s clearly in no position to be making any sort of demands, so I’m wondering what kind of brat she really is.
“Where’s my brother?”
Those three words promptly irritate me. Her loyalty to such a waste of a man is too telling of what kind of woman she is.
I was actually hoping that I wasn’t going to have to kill her, but I may have to.
You will.
“Alive,” I deadpan as I circle her body bound to the chair.
“I didn’t know this was going to happen,” she tells me. “You have to believe me.”
It makes me want to believe her less by her just mentioning it. She just got done mentioning that one of her hobbies is guns, and then minutes later, they start to ring out.
Then she shoots my brother.
“W-what…are you going to do to me?”
