Page 127 of The Rancher's Secret Relationship

No, fuck, no.

And there was nothing he could do about it.

Nothing.

Except...

Help me, God.

All these years, Flint had deliberately turned his back on the promise of divine justice. He had been too proud, too hard, andtoo bitter. All these years, he had claimed it as his right to avenge his brother’s death.

Until now.

Because of her.

My angel.

Vengeance lost its hold on him, and he could feel himself whitening as he heard Dantes ask Elizabeth to choose between them. The question made zero fucking sense, but because Dantes was stoned out of his skull, it also made perfect sense.

“The clock is ticking, sweet Beth.”

Flint willed Elizabeth to look at him. But it was as if her mind was completely lost in the shadows, her gaze haunted, her face pale.

“Don’t keep me waiting.”

Agonizing guilt ripped through Flint at the realization that all of this could’ve been prevented if he had simply let justice, through the force of law, run its course.

Help me, God.

His mind told him it was too late. That there was no way for him to save Elizabeth from the consequences of his own mistakes.

Help me.

But it was as if his soul saw and heard things that defied logic.

Please.

And when Flint saw her lips start to move—

I’m begging you, God.

—he heard Elizabeth say the worst thing she could say.

“C-Culo...”

Ah, fuck.

Shit.

Damn.

I’m sorry, God.

This is going to take some time.

I promise I’ll come clean and tell Elizabeth what that means.

But for now...

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