Page 87 of Ruthless Savage

“You come after her, you come after me.”

With no mercy, I pin his wrist to the floor and push the tip of the saw right into it.

There’s blood everywhere. His screaming can be heard for miles. Flesh and bone ripped through, broken and shattered, until I have his hand in my grasp, completely dismembered.

“O-o-oh my God!” he hollers, trembling in agony, his chest pummeling with rapid breaths.

“That’s what happens when you touch what belongs to me. And if you do it again—if you so much as look at her wrong—I’ll take your other hand.”

He sobs, grabbing his arm while I get off him and head for his fireplace. He bleeds across his porcelain floor, somehow watching me through it all. Which is a good thing. Wouldn’t want him to miss this part.

I toss his hand into the fireplace, the skin blistering in the wild flames.

“NO!” he howls, but I ignore it.

“You will not marry her. Do you understand?” I stand over him now. “You will tell your father you changed your mind.”

“No! Please. I—I have to!”

“You have to?” I kneel and grab his shirt, pulling him to a stand. “What are you talking about?”

When he continues to cry, my patience runs out.

“I’ll make you bleed out if you don’t tell me what that means.”

“I—I can’t disappoint my father. I have to do what he wants, or I don’t get my inheritance! Oh, God, I need a doctor! Please!”

I let him go. This is about his money, huh?

I find his phone on the sofa and throw it at his chest. “If you tell anyone what happened here, I will kill you.”

He shakes his head frantically. “I won’t. I s-swear.”

“I already took care of your cameras and wiped all the footage from today.”

I take my shite and head back into my car, flipping my hoodie back over my head.

If this comes back to me, I’ll serve my time with a bloody smile on my face because, for her, it’s worth it.

I’m gonna be setting up a meeting with her father to tell him she isn’t marrying Mason. After what he did to her, I won’t allow it.

Too bad Patrick is away on business. But he should be back in a few days. Once he gives me the confirmation, I’ll tell Eriu that she’s finally free.

CHAPTER 20

ERIU

Congratulations. You’re in.

The words stare back at me on my cellphone screen. I can’t believe it was this fast to get accepted to the auction.

There’s no indication it’s the club, except a logo on the bottom of the email, the same one they use with every text they send: a black circle with a red club.

I’m in. I’m actually doing this!

Oh my God! What have I done?

I pinch the bridge of my nose and go to my text messages, finding Devlin’s name.

---