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None of it was present.

“Hi Silas,” she murmured demurely. “I missed you.”

Red filtered through his vision as he lifted his mask, his lips finding hers, pushing against hers with as much force as he could muster, gripping into her shoulders as roughly as he could manage, his nails breaking her porcelain skin.

He had meant to hurt her, to startle her, but instead she moaned against him.

He jumped back, putting his mask back in place.

She doesn’t get to enjoy this.

“Put her on the table,” he told Ace, who was still standing behind him, before turning away.

Silas was determined to kill her. To destroy what had ruined his life.

He just needed to get the message to his cock as it tented uncomfortably in his pants.

Chapter 6

Hawk

Hawk watched as Silas kissed Ashmine.

He expected to feel outraged, maybe jealous, but not the crippling apprehension that settled into his gut instead.

She was smaller than he remembered, her cheeks hollowed, her eyes sunken in.

He wanted to be happy that she was miserable, that she was in pain.

Fuck. This is harder than I thought it would be.

Hawk grunted as he lifted herboyfriendand dragged him along the hardwood floor to the recliner, shoving him down aggressively.

Silas came to help Hawk tie the dead weight to the chair.

When they were all done with Ashmine, once she was dead, once they had all satisfied their own revenge, they agreed to dispose of him too.

Hawk shook his head from side to side, jostling out the sympathy that threatened to take hold.

He reminded himself of why it had come to this.

Why she needed to die.

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Ashmine was graduating in less than two months. He was afraid she was going to try to leave and go off to college, but she had reassured him that she wouldn’t be going anywhere.

That her place in life was here. With them all.

“One day I want us to buy a plot of land and just live off of it all together. None of us ever leave, we will all just have each other.” Ashmine reached out, grabbing his hand and squeezing it tightly. The puzzle pieces on their wrists clinked together.

Hawk had never taken the bracelet off since the day Ashmine had gifted it to him.

They laid in a clearing not far from the cabin they all currently shared. William had died a few months prior, but he had left everything he owned to Silas and Hawk.

Dozens of acres, all of his cabins, and more money than they had ever seen in their lives.

“What’s wrong with what we have now?”

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