Page 164 of Breaker

These men who are so strong and unified, a terrifying force to be reckoned with, are letting this man, their father, command them. Their father’s control over them is baffling, but there, nonetheless. I witnessed it first hand when he subdued Viper.

Viper.

Where thefuckis Viper?

“I’ve been made aware that your form of training—“ Fallon pauses, clasping his hands together behind his back as he looks toward the ceiling, ”—is rather unusual.”

Striker’s chest expands as he inhales.

“I can see none of the training technics I taught you have been implemented,” Fallon says, shifting slightly to look my way. “If they had been, the girl would know her place and not speak out of turn.”

My place.

That urge to scream returns but he’s wrong. I have been taught. I know how to deal with men like him and it’s not by mouthing off or showing my anger. So, I remain silent. Waiting, just like my father taught me.

“Did I not train my sons how to take control of their target?” Fallon gestures to me. “She doesn’t seem very controlled.”

Unease claws at the back of my neck.

“Tell me, Reaper, how have you managed to gain her submission?” he asks, voice growing colder with each word. “With your cock? Did you drive your control over her home every time you fucked her?”

The crass way he says it makes my cheeks burn. My hand presses to my face, feeling the hot anger and humiliation.

“Does Rune Gavin’s daughter feel like redemption when you sink into her cunt?”

My eyes drop to my feet, breaths coming out ragged. My hands grip my dress, hating that he’s making me feel so worthless.

“Does she whimper? Or cry out?” Fallon steps in closer, angling his head so he’s in Reaper’s face. The black eyes behind the melting skull stare straight ahead. “Is she willing? Or do you cover her mouth to stifle her screams and fuck her like the whore she is.”

“That’senough,“ Striker barks, stepping forward.

The second Fallon chuckles, Striker’s hands flex and he resumes his position. There’s a power play happening here, some sort of struggle to find control, and the men are losing.I’m not stupid enough to get in the middle of it, so I keep quiet, trying not to let his words affect me.

Though they do. Because as upset as I am at the realization of what Reaper told me I’m expected to do, I don’t think they want to ask this of me. I know they want their revenge for their brother. I know they want Rune stopped. I also know they don’t want me harmed.

None of their promises were a manipulation to get my corporation like I was feared. I feel the truth in every touch. Breaker told me that night. They fucked up.

They weren’t supposed to care that I cried.

And Fallon just reminded them of their failure.

Ours to do with as we please.Like I was just a tool. A means to exact revenge.

Except they didn’t use me to do with as they pleased. Their father never gave them the order to meet us in Rune’s club that night. They did that on their own. They did because they wanted us.

They’ve wanted us to be theirs, to be with them, accept them, crave them, need them, this entire time. Now I do. And watching this cold, cruel man belittle them, cuts as sharply as a razor.

“And it seems not only have my sons forgotten their training, they’ve forgotten how to take an order.” Fallon turns to face me. My blood chills when his icy eyes land on my face. The color is so much like Breaker’s it’s uncanny. “Did they tell you what happens when an order is ignored?”

My teeth grind, and I keep my eyes locked on his, refusing to answer.

Adjusting his tie, he nods, like I’ve just confirmed something for him. “See, Delilah, I made a mistake with my sons, just as they’ve made a mistake with you.” Fallon takes a step toward me, the heel of his black shoeclickinghard on thewood floor, the noise so harsh and I’m so tense it cuts through me too. It takes every ounce of strength to remain still. I tilt my ankle, instinctively feeling for the little knife I stole from Viper but I’m not wearing my boots. I don’t have my knife at all.

I haven’t needed my knife because I haven’t been scared. The men don’t scare me. Not like that.

Their father does though.

Shit. Where is Viper?

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