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It didn’t make it, I finish in my head for her.

Sarah

Warmth surrounds me. Zaiden’s chest is firm beneath my ear, arms wrapped around me and his chin brushing back and forth across my head. I wonder if this is how our child feels, cocooned within my body. Safe.

“I want to see him,” I murmur into his shirt, smoothing the material with a hand. “I want to see him suffer because now,” I press my face more firmly into him, “I can’t get the image of that woman bleeding on the bed out of my head. They’re probably going to have to do a D&C because of this disgusting excuse of a human being. He did that.”

I pull back to look up at him. Love beams down at me from within his eyes.

“I want to see him suffer. I want justice. I want the world to make sense right now.”

Am I even making sense? I don’t ask that aloud.

“What if it upsets you or the baby?” Zaiden asks in a gentle voice. A soft smile worms its way onto my face.

“What I witnessed today upset me. But this?” I wave a hand behind him. I understand his point. After all, I’m a healer, not a killer. But, I’m also amother. Tears swell again as I wonder about Crissy’s mother.

That was her name. Crissy Lawson.

Say her name.

I want him to beg for mercy, bleeding out like she did and screaming for help.

And then I want him tosay her name.

She’s a person but all he saw was a hole to force his way into.

I want to shove his damn dick down his throat and see how he likes it.

Maybe some of the anger on my face shouts louder than my words as Zaiden steps to the side, taking one of my hands into his.

“The minute something feels off?—”

“Yes, sir,” I interrupt with a smile and he chuckles, aqua eyes sparkling like jewels with his happiness. That look right there. I want to capture it forever. He’d looked so distraught a few moments ago, like a child preparing to beg to be spared their punishment.

As if I’d ever hurt him. I give the hand holding mine a reassuring squeeze and he nods before turning to his brother, who’d silently watched our entire exchange.

I’m not sure if the boredom on his face was feigned or not but the smile that stretches wide isn’t. It says, “fucking finally,” and blue eyes promise pain.

Good. That’s exactly what this doctor has in mind.

Chapter Five

Justice

Zaiden

My cock aches and I fight back a whimper, my grip tightening on the arms of the plastic chair in Zac’s work room.

He stands less than a foot away, grin so wide it has to hurt. He hasn’t stopped smiling since Sarah stepped fully into the room, cementing herself in our darkness.

What have I done? I’ve corrupted my little raven and I’d feel worse about it if my dick didn’t hurt so much from wanting inside her.

This must be what she’s like at work. Focused, meticulous and driven. Each drag of the serrated blade down the man’s torso is perfect, not the jagged sloppy ones Zac had made on the forearms. No, my Sarah’s putting her all into this, fully committing to descending into madness with us sons of Morgan Daniels.

She needs to kill him soon. I don’t want to wait anymore. I want inside her. I don’t know why watching her slowly torture this man is making my balls tighten but it’s doing it for me like nothing else ever has.

She’s worn lingerie, let me tie her up, spank her and I’ve done some light choking, not enough to harm the baby. But this exceeds all of it.

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