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It’s the only fitting thing in here.
Because what’s not is the man who was trying to escape the house where he didn’t belong. A heavy-set son of a bitch who I’ve spent the last two hours torturing.
Collins.
That’s all I’ve gotten out of him, but I know he’s not here to scoop out the property so he can buy it, and there’s only one other person in this house that doesn’t belong.
And that’s her.
First, she shot my brother.
Then she said she wasn’t going to marry me.
Now, there are strange men inside my mother’s home walking around like they own the fucking place.
I’m disappointed that there’s a soldier of ours that’s too fucking stupid not to notice that he didn’t belong in the first place, and now I have to make sure things are tight on our end.
However, I’ll get to that when I’m finished withher.
Haven moves away from the window as I amble toward it. She’s not stupid not to know that I will stab her again if I need to, but I’m looking for something more permanent.
And that’s why I remove the Glock from my waistband and pull back on the hammer.
“W-what are you doing?” she stammers, backing up deeper into the corner of the room.
This is the moment that requires me to speak. Yet, I’m too upset about the breach and don’t appreciate being in this mindset.
There’s only one reason this man would be here: to save her. To take her out of this house against my wishes when she belongs to me.
And me only.
I’ve never had a pet or a woman that I’ve kept for this long. But now that it’s official with my family, Haven isn’t going anywhere.
Ever.
Unless I decide I’ve had enough of her and take her out of her miserable existence.
“The man,” I grind out, aiming the gun down at her head. She’s so short that it’s almost straightforward with my extended arm. “Who is he?”
“What man?”
I direct the gun just an inch off her head and fire. The silencer I put on it muffles the sound because there’s no need to give Mama another heart attack this week.
Haven lets out a strangled squeal and takes a few steps away from me. She only has a few left before she’s about to be leaned up against the wall.
“One more time,” I deadpan, remaining in my spot because I don’t need to close the distance to put a bullet in her face.
“I’m…not sure what you mean,” Haven replies as innocently as she can, but it’s obviously going to fall on deaf ears.
She’s lying.
And she’s doing a horrible job at it especially since she’s shaking like a leaf on a tree right now.
If I kill her right now, I’m not going to get my answers.
I’m not going to become the new beneficiary to the Kincaid fortune—if there is one—when I take out Cillian. So, I’m stuck with her until I have their territory, which is really what we want, and the clientele that we may have.
Moving forward, Haven has that meeting with the drywall as I close the distance between us.
