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“What is it?” Zoe rasps, struggling to sit up.
Holding the gavel out of the way, I lock eyes with her.
“I know you’ll insist on seeing it, but I’m not showing you. All you need to know is someone has stuck another picture of you and Gunner onto my gavel.”
They fucking cut it to the size of the bottom of the gavel, and I didn’t even notice it when I slammed it down before. It’s only small, like half the size of a polaroid, but I don’t need fucking glasses to see what he’s doing to my princess.
Her cheeks flush red with her own anger brewing, but she doesn’t fight me on it.
“Is it as bad as the one on the fridge?”
“Yes.” I nod. The picture of Gunner pressing something to Zoe’s shoulder blade as he fucks her from behind and she screams in unimaginable pain is something I’ll never be able to unsee.
Zoe lived it. She doesn’t need to see it.
I study her expression, her brow furrowing, causing a crease between them, her eyes darting to my chest, but I can tell she’s not looking at anything in particular.
She’s thinking. Or perhaps remembering.
“Can you at least tell me what the picture is of?” she asks, her big blue eyes darting up through the fan of her dark lashes. “I get why you don’t want me to see it, and honestly, I don’t know that I want the visual. The last one…” she shakes her head, letting her forehead fall to my chest. “I can’t get the image of the last one out of my head.”
“I know,” I rasp, cupping her face and angling her head back so I can see into her eyes. “It’s one thing to be there and experience it. I’m sure those memories will haunt you for a long time.”
She nods. “Yes. They will. But seeing how I looked, how he looked,” she chokes a little before clearing her throat. “At least when he did it from behind, I didn’t have to look at him.”
Fuck.
I want to rage and unleash my beast again, but what the fuck will that help? It’ll probably just make my princess clam up and stop sharing the things she needs to get off her chest. And as much as I want to let the violence brewing in me take over, more than that, I want her to never stop sharing her darkest secrets. Her fears. And her desires.
“Zoe, I…”
Now I’m lost for fucking words. What the fuck do I say to make this right?
There’s nothing I can say.
“Just tell me what the picture is of. My memories will fill in the blanks. I just need to know at least that part.”
Brushing back some of her blonde strands that must have got messed up while I made her come, I swallow thickly, preparing to reveal the vulgarness of the image left here to taunt us.
“It’s of the time he branded your shoulder,” I rasp, nearly fucking choking on the words.
A shudder ripples through her, sending a smattering of goosebumps up her neck.
“I’m so sorry, Zo.”
Her trembling hand comes up to cup my jaw as she forces a smile even though her eyes are brimming with unshed tears.
“You don’t need to be sorry, Gray. I’m where I belong now, and everything that happened before this moment with… others is nothing but the past. The future is ours now, and I can’t wait to spend it with you.”
“Fuck.” I choke out, closing the distance and sealing my lips to hers.
How someone can be knocked down time after time, be subjected to some of the most heinous acts imaginable, and still have hope is a fucking miracle.
Then again, Zoe Miller has never been normal or typical. She’s always been a force to be reckoned with.
Whoever is trying to fuck with us should know that much about Zoe already. There’s a possibility one of the Cruz Cunts is doing Gunner’s bidding again, which is why sendingthem to stay with Cain is the best plan. If they aren’t here, then the taunts will stop, and I’ll know it’s one of them.
But if the taunts keep coming, I know then that one of my men is just as traitorous as Gunner, and they will fucking regret that when I’m burning their flesh from their body.
