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The door handle embedded deep into the wall.
Colt stood in the doorway, eyes blazing with rage as he settled that bestial stare on the three of us.
“MINE!” he bellowed, his lips snarling, before he lunged.
I was hit from behind by a brick wall, lifted, and thrown clear across the room. They were a blur as I hit the wall with a crack. I’d never been hit that hard before, not even by men who ate steroids as a main meal.
I shook my head, lifting my hand to grasp onto the dresser.
This was no man.
This was what The Order had created.
“No!” Vivienne stepped forward, placing herself between me and that…bloodthirsty male. “Beast!”
He whipped that cold, killing stare toward her.
But this was too dangerous.
Far too dangerous for the precious babies she carried.
“Stop!” I pushed upwards and took a step toward her, but that only drew Colt’s deadly focus. “Over here,” I urged, desperate to draw his attention. I risked a glance toward the doorway. I needed to get Vivienne out of here. “Over here, son.”
I moved forward, fully drawing the beast’s wrath.
In an instant, Colt’s hand was around my throat, squeezing tight. FUCK! I grasped his wrist and drove it upward, trying to break his hold. But it was like fighting a goddamn bear. He wasn’t my son in that moment. One look at that distant stare and I knew the son I loved was no longer there.
“Get the fuck off him!” Carven slammed into his brother.
But all that did was piss Colt off more…or the beast, whoever this fucking was. Dark midnight blue eyes were fixed on Carven as that grip around my throat tightened. I tried to breathe, tried to think. My mind drifted to the gun hidden under the edge of the headboard of my bed for a second before I pushed it away.
No.
Stars danced behind my eyelids.
If this is how it ends, then I’d be happy. Happy it was him. Happy it was—
“PUT HIM DOWN NOW!” Vivienne roared.
The grip released around my throat, letting me slump to the floor. I grabbed my throat, sucking in hard breaths.
“I can’t…London, I’m so—” Colt cried.
I shook my head. “It’s not your fault. It’s…”
A savage sound ripped from him as he thrashed his head. His eyes blazed with ferocity until Vivienne stepped between us.
“Hey!” she called, snapping her fingers in front of his nose.
The woman…standing naked in front of him, snapped her goddamn fingers!
“You will get control of yourself,” she demanded.
“Wildcat,” he hissed desperately, then slowly lifted his gaze to me and his brother.
“Carven,” she spoke carefully.” I need you to go into Colt’s room and get the wrist ties around his bed.
“Fuck.” He was already shaking his head. “You sure about this?”
