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I watched as she slowly slid down the cuffs of her property jacket, pressing her shoulders back as she slipped the material off them, down her arms, and into her reddenedhands.

“Anna,” I pleaded as she held it out in herhands.

She turned to Jax, holding open her hand, and at first, he was confused, but as she gestured to the gun I recognized as Jax’s on the floor beside him, he reached down, wincing as he went to move his primary shoulder before changing arms as he picked up the weapon, frowned, and handed ittoher.

“It’sjam—”

With one, long strike, she slammed the gun down against the edge of the table. The noise rang through the room as the bullet stuck in the chamber was dislodged and fell out the barrel of the gun, clinking as the crumpled shell bounced on the damaged wood and rolled before dropping through a hole in thefloor.

Jax looked at Anna and me as fear dawned onhisface.

Anna lifted both her arms, her cut in one and the gun in the other, the barrel pointed straightatme.

“Anna,” I pleaded. “Jax!” I snapped the second I saw his body move to step into the way. “Don’t.”

Jax looked conflicted as he and the rest of the brothers looked between Annaandme.

Anna dropped the cut on the floor. She clicked back thehammer.

And then shefired.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Continuously without stopping, bullet after bullet tore into the leather, ripping hole after hole in the jacket over and over and over again. I felt each one in the depth of my chest as I watched in sick, deadsilence.

When the click of the empty magazine put an end to her firing, the room was completely silent. Not even the creak of the broken door could be heard as a small line of smoke from the barrel of the gun drifted intotheair.

Anna dropped the gun into the shredded leather, and it clattered to thefloor.

She turned and lookedtome.

And that was thefinalblow.

Because the fire in her eyes, the spark of desire, rebellion, and affection she always showed was gone. Her eyes were empty as she looked at me.Emotionless.

Shewasdone.

And then she walked past me in silence, heading to the door, and walked straight out ofmylife.

Forgood.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Anna

Ishiveredas the chilled wind hit my bare arms, my stomach, for once, not jerking in surprise at anything that had caught me off guard, however slight, as it had been doing for the last two weeks. I clutched the small bag of vitamins and even smaller envelope to my chest, tucking my arms close as I made my way across the lot and toward my little red Beetle, regretting that I hadn’t brought a jacket theentiretime.

When I spotted my car, I breathed a sigh of relief and tugged my purse in front of me as I dug through it formykeys.

“Anna.” The voice next to me made me startle, causing me to drop my keys, bag, and envelope across the tarmac as Jax threw his hands up in front of him insurrender.

“Jax?” I gasped, my hand over my heart as I tried to breathe through the sudden wave of nausea Jax hadincurred.

I placed my hand against the car, breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth. “You bastard,” I hissed as the feeling subsided. “You almost made me throw up alloveryou.”

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