Page 195 of Filthy Savage

“How could I have been so blind?” she whispers.

“There, there. We played you well. Don’t fret too much, sis. No one can blame you.”

“Please, I need to see Fia. She’s probably so scared.” Big tears drip down her cheeks.

“Don’t worry. Fia will be home soon. I already texted Lena to leave her at the local hospital. I would never hurt our girl.”

She shudders, eyes puffy from all that crying. “You don’t have to do this. Please just let me go.”

“No can do. I’m afraid this is where your story ends and mine begins.” I lift my gun in the air.

Pop.

Amara’s eyes widen.

Blood leaks down into my eyes, and when I touch my forehead…

Is that my blood?

Well, this didn’t go as planned. Of course, she always ruins everything.

CHAPTER 48

FIONN

Sisters.

Fuck!

I can’t believe I didn’t see this! I had her at my damn house. Who knows what information she was collecting? I should’ve caught this! It’s on me.

I continue listening as we finish surrounding the place, taking our positions quietly, needing the perfect time to infiltrate. My teeth rattle as I steady my breathing, trying like hell not to rush in there and save Amara before it’s too late.

“You don’t have to do this. Please just let me go.”

Fuck, hearing my baby’s voice all broken like that… I just wanna get in there and fucking get her out, but I know I have to be smart.

I can see everything from one of the side windows, and even though she’s got her back to me, I spot Lilith’s gun at her side.

One wrong move, and she could fire at Amara. I won’t risk that.

I peer back at my brothers, all of us knowing it’s gonna be go time at any second. As soon as we’re out of here, we’re going for Fia. My men already have the perimeter around Lena’s house locked.

She doesn’t know who she fucked with. But she will soon.

“No can do,” Lilith says. “I’m afraid this is where your story ends and mine begins.”

As soon as she lifts the gun, I put a bullet in her head, glass shattering as I do.

Within seconds, she falls to the ground, and I’m running through the door.

“Amara! Sweetheart, are you okay?”

Her body shakes with heavy breathing, eyes locked on her dead sister.

“Amara! Talk to me.” I kneel before her, cutting her zip ties with a flip knife and giving her a quick once-over for any damage.

She seems okay. Physically, anyway.

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