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“What are you thinking?” she asks, stepping under the shower with me.

My second thought? The one that’s currently taking over my animal brain is simple.

Death. Destruction. Kill.

I’m going to be the one to fucking kill Rune Gavin.

And I’ll smile as I’m ripping him apart.

Chapter 30

Breaker

9 Years Ago, December, Age 19

My hands tremble slightly.I shove them in my pockets, gathering the lining into fists as I pace the dingy room. I’ve already showered but I think I need to again. Scrub my skin, mymind,clean of the things I’ve done.

“Stop pacing,” Viper says. “You’re making me nervous.”

A laugh breaks free of my throat, raw and raspy. He should be nervous with me in the room. He now knows what I’m capable of doing.

Bing Crosby belts out a song from the flatscreen, making me wince. I hate these old movies. Cook used to love them, and he’d always have them playing on the small tube TV inthe kitchen while he worked. Afterwards, he’d sit in the kitchen and drink his vodka at night until he stumbled to his room and passed out. Sometimes we’d find him in the morning, still in the kitchen, slumped over on the peeling vinyl floor, and we’d have to either wake him up before Fallon found him or Viper would drag him to his room to finish sleeping it off.

I don’t know why Viper constantly covered for him. The man was a drunk and mean as shit half the time.

“Haven’t you watched this a million times?” I ask Viper. He’s sprawled out on the hotel room floor, his back at the end of the bed. The only light in the room comes from the TV, casting him in blue shadows, outlining his chest and every single divot of his perfect stacked abs.

After he showered, he didn’t bother putting on a shirt, and my eyes keep gravitating toward him. Every time he brings the glass bottle to his lips, his biceps bulge, drawing my attention. He rarely drinks, but today was difficult. A lot of memories resurfaced.

His throat moves as he takes another long pull. Viper drops the bottle, licking his lips. My cock thickens in my pants, and I hate how aware I am of him. My gaze drops from the auburn stubble over his Adam’s apple to his chest and the large tattoo. We all got them after I turned of age. A skull for each of us, representing the hell we survived. The punishments, the endless training, and the years of torture that’s now etched into our bones—the very fabric of our being. The servitude, the absolute devotion to our Father, and each other.

We are Fallon’s soldiers. And we wear the evidence on our skin.

“TV off.” I kick his leg, irritated he’s not answering me. If anyone should drink, it’s me.

He looks up, aquamarine eyes slightly glassy, telling me he’s tipsy but not completely plastered.Thank god. I don’t want to deal with him tonight if he’s drunk.

His smirk has my stomach dipping. “And now it’s a million and one times.”

My eye roll makes him hoot with laughter.Idiot.“Will you turn that fucking movie off? I want to go to sleep.”

Not that I’ll be able to. Not with my head feeling like this. All electric and upturned, yet somehow hollow. Like atoms are pinging around my skull, fucking up my thoughts.

Between the cheap motel we checked into and the day we’ve had, I doubt any of us will get much sleep. Viper and I usually take a room together if we can’t get five separate ones, which is mostly fine. Mostly. Sometimes it feels a little weird, but I think it’s more me than him. He still won’t admit it. Possibly still doesn’t know I feel it too. Then again, I’ve never told him.

Tonight, though, I wish we weren’t in the same room. Tonight, I wish I’d have taken a room with Reaper, but he’s rooming with Hunter as usual, and Striker refused, saying he can’t stand mine or Viper’s snoring.

It’s just one night,I tell myself,then we leave in the morning.

“I’m not tired,” Viper says, although he turns the TV down as he stands, but then flops right back down on the end of his bed. “I feel….”

Yeah. I feel it, too.

Wired. Skin moving, itching. Like I have ants under my skin.

This wasn’t my first mission. My first mission was a few months back. It was simple. Be the lookout and support for Striker. Make sure he got out safely and unseen after taking out our target.

It all went beautifully.

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