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Dash’s glare fell on my uncle, brimming with defiance, a fury so deep and hot that it darkened his brown irises into obsidian pools.

“Coward.” Dash turned on his knees to confront Drew.

The asshat pushed the button again.

Buzzzzzzz.

Dash convulsed on the ground, flopping like a fish out of water.

“Stop it!” I screamed, wrestling with my ties and unable to get free. “Please, stop this!”

“That’s enough for now, Shaw,” Uncle Shitbag said. When Drew didn’t stop, my uncle barked. “I said that’s enough!”

Drew eased his finger from the button, looking mighty smug. Damn him. To think I’d once believed he was Nix’s friend. Dash sprawled on the floor, panting heavily, his limbs still twitching.

“Dash?” I ventured. “Dash! Are you okay?”

With a grunt, he blinked off the electrical blows. Slowly, painfully, he picked himself off the floor and got back onto his knees. Dash was tough and strong. He could take a lot of pain, but with his hands tied behind his back, the shock collar secured around his neck, and Drew, armed to the teeth and in a punishing mood, I had no idea how were we going to get out of this one.

“Let me kill him.” Drew tightened his hold on his handgun. “We don’t need him.”

“See these two?” Uncle Shit tilted his gun between Dash and me. “They’re like Romeo and Juliet. They’ve been in love since forever. There isn’t anything one would not do for the other. He’s the reason she’ll give us what we want. She’s the reason he won’t tear you apart.”

“He’s too dangerous,” Drew insisted, shifting on his feet.

“Shaw is a fucking piece of crap,” Dash put in. “But he’stelling the truth.”

Drew hit the dreaded button.Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

Yanking on my cuffs, ignoring the plastic biting into my skin, I screamed. “No!”

Dash convulsed with each jolt, but somehow, he kept himself in place.

“Tell him to stop,” I shouted, digging my nails into the wood. “Tell him!”

“Shaw?” Uncle Asshole rolled his eyes. “What did I tell you?”

“He pisses me off,” Drew snarled, but at least his finger moved away from the white remote. “Tell him to stop fucking with me.”

“He will.” My uncle returned his attention to a panting Dash. “At last, an Astor has tamed Dashiell Dagger, although it wasn’t the mighty Richard. The bastard must be fuming in his grave. I bet he wished he’d been able to collar you when you were under his roof, leading his children astray. Let me remind you. Don’t fuck with Shaw or me, unless you wanna die.”

“Sure, I’ll behave,” Dash rasped, his chest heaving. “But the reality is you won’t push the button in your ring or blow up the house.”

“Why not?”

“Because if you did, you and your tiny dick helper here will die, too.” Dash flashed a chilling grin. “Fuckers like you and him have a strong attachment to life. You both want to survive with your gonads intact.”

Drew growled, but Arthur raised his hand and stopped him before he pushed the button again. “Dead men can’t sign legal documents, can they?”

Legal documents.What did this mean?

Oh, my God. My uncle was going to force Dash to sign the Astor fortune over to him before he killed us. I looked at Dash.He nodded subtly. He knew.

I had to detour this SOB’s plan and now.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked my despicable uncle. “What do you want?”

“Things.” He curled his fingers and examined his nails. “You two will give them to me.”

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