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The words are fired like bullets. There’s a sickening thud deep in my gut.
I can’t stop the gasp of horror. Talon’s grin is the picture of spite.
If his last words were bullets, the next ones are a bomb.
“And what about Lita? Doessheneed you to protect her?”
“MOTHERFUCKER!” Now he has to die. With no weapon at my disposal, I dive across the table to claw the life out of his throat.
My fingers barely graze his skin before my arms are wrenched back. The scream I unleash is pure rage but it’s useless. Jared drags me off the table with my right arm twisted so far up my back it’s about to snap. The pain is sickening.
Jared easily keeps me immobile while his brother comes so close I can see the pores on his nose. Talon wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes lightly, just enough to cut off my air supply. “If you were a man I’d take one of your eyes for that little stunt. And probably a few of your fingers too.”
I spit in his face.
Jared twists my arm tighter and I bite my tongue, refusing to cry out. Humiliation is a unique kind of agony. Furious tears threaten to fall. The salt makes the eyes sting.
Jared’s mouth is next to my ear. “You need to behave now, little cousin,” he purrs. “Or I’ll hand you over to the wicked beast.”
Talon smirks and takes his hand from my throat. Jared releases my arms and I fall into the table, gasping in pain. My shoulder throbs from the strain of nearly having my arm ripped out of the socket.
Jared casually reclaims his chair while Talon leans against the wall with his arms crossed. They both watch me with obvious amusement as I gulp back my fury and stagger to the other side of the table.
Still, if they think I’m going to retreat on that note they’ve got another thing coming. “Don’t you ever fucking threaten my brother or my sister again.”
“Relax.” Jared waves his hand. “Robert is safe. He’s just a kid. Sometimes my brother shoots his mouth off.”
“Was he shooting his mouth off about Lita too?”
He shrugs. “Lita’s a human vegetable. We were just talking about how it doesn’t make much sense to pay out a small gold mine every month to keep her in the lap of luxury.”
My teeth grind and I struggle to speak. “You don’t have the authority to move her anywhere. My father is her legal guardian.”
Talon snorts. “And where is he?”
Son of a bitch.
I already know where this is going when he drops his next question.
Talon pushes away from the wall like he wants to come closer to enjoy my reaction. “While Uncle Aric is in the cage, who has power of attorney over all his affairs? Including Lita?”
“My father would kill you for the suggestion alone. He’d have your shriveled little balls torn out and shoved down your throat.”
Talon rubs his chin and pretends to think. “Nah. In fact I think he’d prefer if Lita would stop breathing altogether.”
I never knew it was possible to actually feel blood drain from your face.
And worst of all, what he says might be true.
My father never visits Lita. He won’t even speak her name. It’s possible he would choose to never think of her again.
Talon stops rubbing his chin and gives me a pity smile. “Come on. Nobody will be stuffing a pillow over her face. We’re not monsters.”
“Fuck you.”
He throws back his head and howls with laughter. The sound is hideous. It cuts off abruptly and his expression becomes ominously flat. “Don’t tell me you’ve never wished she’d just die so you can have some peace.”
No. Never.
