Page 5 of Siren's Salvation

"What the fuck happened?" I growl, my face inches from his. "Why'd you do that to her?"

Bronco's lips curl into a sneer, and he actually has the audacity to laugh.

The sound grates against my nerves like sandpaper.

"Go after her?" he chuckles. "I didn't go after shit. She's mine, Shiver. Bought and paid for."

My grip tightens involuntarily, and I have to force myself to loosen it.

As much as I want to crush his windpipe, I need answers more.

"That's bullshit and you know it," I spit. "Just because this was all arranged, it doesn't give you the right to do that to her! You could have waited, created a relationship with her, not raped her, and traumatized the fuck out of her."

I search his face for any sign of remorse, any flicker of humanity.

There's nothing.

Just cold, calculating eyes staring back at me.

"You don't get it, do you?" Bronco says, his voice eerily calm. "My family handed over the check. Grace belongs to me now. I can do whatever I damn well want to her as long as she still manages to breathe. That means there’s a lot I can do to her."

The words hit me like a physical blow. I stumble back, releasing my grip on Bronco's throat.

My mind reels, trying to process the callousness, the utter lack of empathy.

"You sick fuck," I snarl.

Bronco straightens his cut, seemingly unfazed by our confrontation. "Welcome to the real world, kid. Everything's for sale if the price is right."

I lunge at Bronco, my fist connecting with his jaw.

The satisfying crunch of bone against knuckle ignites a primal fury within me.

We tumble to the ground, a tangle of limbs and rage.

I snarl, raining blows down on him. "You piece of shit!"

Bronco's no pushover, though.

He bucks me off, his elbow catching me in the ribs.

I wheeze, momentarily winded, but adrenaline keeps me moving.

We grapple across the floor, knocking over chairs and tables.

Blood spatters the worn wood—mine or his, I can't tell.

I expect Bronco to tire, but he keeps coming, a manic grin on his face.

I double over, gasping.

"What's wrong, Shiver?" he taunts. "Can't handle a real fight?"

I straighten up, spitting blood. "I'm gonna fucking kill you for what you did to her."

Bronco laughs, a cold, hollow sound that echoes through the clubhouse. "Oh please. You think I give a shit about your sister? This isn't about her."

Bronco's lips curl into a cruel smirk. "Don’t get me wrong, I’m enjoyin’ every damn second with her. " He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a vicious whisper. "You have no idea how much your sister screamed, how tight she was?—"

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