Page 26 of Vengeful Valentine

Hawk looked up, kicking off from the tree. He hadn’t spoken a word to Ace, and he still didn’t as he passed Silas.

Silas grabbed him by the shoulder, stopping him in place. “Don’t kill her without us.”

Hawk shrugged him off.

To be honest, he really didn’t care much about his brother’s opinions anymore.

At one point they meant everything to him.

But then everyone left him.Again.

And maybe Ace wasn’t fully to blame, but he broke into the evidence locker at that police station with Ashmine. They both got caught. Ace made that choice with her.

Who the fuck breaks into a fucking police station? Were they trying to get arrested?

Hawk stamped the cyclical thought down, shutting the door to the shack and glancing around.

The man was still passed out in the recliner.

What the fuck? Had he hit his head or something?

His attention shifted to Ashmine.

Silas’s work was evident.

Naked, sticky,bruised.

Her legs were spread, feet strapped to stirrups, cum leaking from her swollen cunt.

It caused an uncomfortable array of feelings to prickle along his spine.

His body reacted on its own, his dick deciding it enjoyed seeing her like this, but his mind didn’t agree.

Hawk would play nice–exact his revenge on Ashmine, but he had zero intentions of reuniting as one happy family again.

He had changed. Irreparably so.

“Hawk, is that you?” Ashmine’s voice was steady as it ricocheted around the small space.

He shifted from foot to foot.

He hadn’t told hisbrothersthat he had brought a gun. It was hidden, tucked into the waistband of his pants and covered with his jacket. The weight of it pressed against the small of his back as he walked to the operation table.

He did his best to ignore her naked body. He did away with his mask; it was throwing him off-kilter, somehow managing to affect his hearing.

Or maybe it was all in his head. But he didn’t like the gimmick. She knew who they were.

Obviously.

“Silas already forgave you, didn’t he? It was evident. He doesn’t want me to kill you,” Hawk murmured as he undid her straps. “You’re not even scared of us. And Ace? I’m not sure he was ever mad at you. Even if this crock shit plan was his.”

Ashmine didn’t fight him. Instead, she laid limply as he finished untying her. When he was done, he grabbed her roughly by the forearm and dragged her with him to the other room.

The bedroom.

She spoke from behind him, but he couldn’t hear her. It was too low, from the wrong side.

It was infuriating. After only a few more steps, he threw her on the bed and slammed the door shut.

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