Page 62 of Pucking Obsessed

“She’s mine, Lockwood,” he snarls, his voice rising over the rain. “I bought her before she was even a thought in your head. I’ve let you have fun with her, but playtime is over.”

The one who fuckingboughther from her father. The one who thought he could own her, control her, break her.

My hands are steady despite the rage boiling inside of me. I want to pull the trigger so badly my finger itches at the thought.

Callum steps up beside me, his gun raised, his voice cool and casual despite the situation. “Shoot him in the leg?”

I jerk my head in the negative, my jaw locked so tight it feels like it might shatter. Not yet. Not while he’s still got that blade pressed to her throat.

The coach laughs, loud and harsh, his grip tightening on Madison as he edges closer to the cliff. “I go over,” he says, his voice dripping with malice, “I’m taking her with me.”

The rain pounds harder and Kirsten sobs, loud and deliberate, as she stumbles toward me. I didn’t even fucking see her. Why is she here and not at home? Her hands are shaking, but something feels wrong. My grip on the gun tightens, my focus still locked on the coach.

Then Madison speaks, her voice cutting through the chaos. “She’s in on it. She has a knife!”

My head snaps to Kirsten, her steps halting as she wipes her face with trembling fingers. Her eyes meet mine, wide and innocent, like she’s the victim here. “She’s been seeing the Coach behind your back,” she cries. “I wanted to tell you, but I knew you wouldn’t believe me. She tried to break it off, and he’s lost his mind.”

“Stay the fuck back, Kirsten,” I snap, my gun still trained on the Coach.

But she doesn’t stop, she’s moving toward us and I know right then that she’s going to be a fucking problem I have to deal with before getting Coach off of Madison.

“I’m gonna put one in your head if you don’t back the fuck up, you scary-ass bitch,” Callum snarls, his gun shifting toward her.

Kirsten’s head snaps toward him, her sobs cutting off like a switch was flipped. A slow, eerie grin spreads across her faceas she turns on her heel, walking back toward the coach and Madison.

She holds up her hand, the one holding the knife. I don’t know what her plan is, but she’s not going to get a chance to get close enough to Madison.

Everything slows.

She doesn’t get a chance to charge.

Coach side steps toward the cliff, raising his hands like he’s trying to protect himself from Kirsten’s wild, unpredictable movements. It’s the mistake I’ve been waiting for him to make. The moment he shifts out of the way and lets Madison go, my finger tightens on the trigger, and the shot rings out.

The coach drops like a stone, pulling Madison down with him as he crumples to the ground.

“Fuck!” I shout, but before I can take a step, Kirsten lunges. Her fingers twist into Madison’s hair, yanking her head back.

I move my aim to Kirsten, but she’s moving too erratically and she’s too close to Madison for me to get a clear shot.

“Let me,” Callum says, his voice calm but cold. I nod, giving him the go ahead to shoot my sister.

Another shot fires.

Kirsten’s body jerks, blood spraying as the bullet tears through the side of her head. She drops like a puppet with its strings cut, crumpling onto the wet ground and soaking Madison in a spray of her blood.

My chest heaves as Callum lowers his weapon, his face blank, but I know what he did. He did that so I wouldn’t have to. I would have slept just fine. Kirsten means nothing to me.

My feet are moving before I even realize it, and the second I’m close enough, I’m scooping Madison up in my arms. She throws her arms around my neck and she’s shivering. I need to get her in dry clothes and warmed up fast.

“You found me,” she whispers, her voice soft as she clings to me. Her fingers dig into my back, holding me so tight I don’t think I could let go even if I wanted to.

I never fucking want to.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” I ask, holding her slightly away from me, trying to check her over for injuries. None of this seems real, and I don’t have all the information yet, but the only thing that matters is my girl is okay.

“I knew you’d find me,” she says again, her face buried in my neck, her words muffled against my skin.

“I love you, baby,” I murmur, my voice rough as I kiss the side of her head.

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