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“Do it, Fiona,” he bellowed. “Or I will force you.”

Someone was going to die. And I couldn’t kill him.

“Don’t do this,” I begged.

He growled so deeply that it vibrated through me, and I was afraid of him. Afraid of everything that he could do. He grabbed my throat, and in the chaos, the barrel jabbed into my temple. Tears slipped down my cheeks.

My voice was barely a whisper: “Please, Sawyer.”

He squeezed my neck, and I pulled the trigger, needles of adrenaline spiking through me as the gun clicked softly and I didn’t die.

His hard cock twitched against me. He swiped the other gun from the metal table, clearing the surface, then threw me down onto it, ripping down my pants until my ass was exposed. With my chest pressed to the table, he thrust into me from behind, his cock so deep that it dug into my cervix, making me shake. Tears ran down my cheeks, but it felt good to let it out. Good to know that I had done it. Good that I had finally lost, saying those two words. And I couldn’t take them back.

Our game was over.

“Please, Sawyer,” I said again, and again, until the words blurred into emotions and I could barely breathe. If Ihad chosen the other gun, would he have let me do it? If I had shot him, what would that have said about me?

Would I have hated myself?

His eyes burned into me, but no matter how hard he looked, he didn’t see me. He had withdrawn inside of himself, giving himself over to this fate. Was love capable of this destruction? Forcing you to face demons you wereneverready to see?

Sawyer didn’t need or want me, and he never would. And yet he kept fucking me like this was all we were. Those guns gleamed on the floor. How many bullets were inside of each chamber? Even or odd. Fifty-fifty. A single chance. We were at the mercy of his twisted game.

Chapter 18

Sawyer

The lightsin the Dairy Barn lit her skin like a blank canvas, and I scraped my nails into her back and hips, red surface wounds that would scab in the morning. The harder I fucked her, the harder she cried, and that encouraged me to domore,because this was what we were supposed to do, who we were supposed to be. I made sure that she could feel every inch of me, showing her that nothing could change this. She might have controlled me, dictated my every move since I met her, made me a slave to her pussy, but that didn’t change the fact that this lust that boiled inside of me every time I thought of her—this rage—wasmine.

Love wasn’t real. Not when it came to my business, a legacy that would live beyond me. And if she couldn’t live with that, then one of us had to die. I had given her that choice.

She should have pulled the trigger on me. That would have made this simple. Would have made me see everything in a different light. Shown me where she stood.

Instead, she almost killed herself.

I pulled her hair, her neck taut, and she snarled at me and I slapped her face until she finally relented, falling back into herself. Those desires sinking in. She was a good girl, but she wasn’t mine. She had to be on her own.

“This isn’t about me,” I growled. “This isn’t about us. And there was never an ‘us,’ Fiona. Onlyyou.” Fresh tears sprung from her eyes and I licked her cheek, tasting their salt, my dick swelling with heat, stretching her even wider. I put my palm on her neck, a deep swallow going down her throat. That fear burning inside of her. “It was only you.”

The entrance doors slid open. I cursed under my breath but kept fucking Fiona, knowing that the only person who had a key to unlock this place was my brother. But Fiona twitched on the table, desperate to cover herself and see who it was. I held her chest tighter, enjoying her struggle.

A groan called through the air, chilling me. The sound of death lingered around us.

Roth.

Right on time.

I shoved myself off of Fiona and zipped up my pants. The hunters and ranchers with Wilder simply nodded their heads, not acknowledging the fact that Fiona was there, knowing that I would have their heads if they even looked at her. Fiona’s cheeks flushed as she stumbled to put on her clothes. Wilder kicked the back of Roth’s legs until Roth fell to his knees.

I had given Roth a choice too, just like Fiona. Sell to us. Become a part of our team. Or suffer the consequences.

With my eyes still locked on Roth, I addressed Fiona: “Go to your sister.”

In my head, I ran through a list of weapons we kept in the Dairy Barn. What would I use on Roth tonight?

“Do what you have to,” Fiona whispered. “But it doesn’thave to end like this.” Her voice strengthened. “Wedon’t have to end like this.”

I was tired of how she said those words like she could change my future when everything I wanted was written in my blood from the first breath I took. I was a Feldman. I would live a Feldman. And I would die a fucking Feldman.

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