Page 94 of Reclaim (Deadly Hearts 3)

“Which?”

“Both.”

“Nope, just pissed off.” More dirt goes flying, this time more vigorously. It ends up in my hair and hitting the small window of the shed.

“You sure? Declan said that some really private stuff went on.”

“It did,” I grit out, digging even more violently now. My breath is coming in short pants, and I want to give up, but it’s focusing my rage on the task and therefore not on stressing about what my mom must be thinking right about now.

“And your mom is watching it all…”

“What the fuck are you doing?” I thunder, turning around and brandishing the shovel like a baseball bat.

“Trying to get you to process.”

“Well, fuck off, and this time I mean it. Go.”

“Nope.”

“Grrrrrr.”

“So about piggybacking the grave…”

“Is that your mom?” I ask, going back to my digging.

“Yep.”

“Dump the cunt in the hole, Rams. I really don’t give a shit. Piss on them too, if you like.”

“Ooh, good idea. I need a whizz.”

He stands next to me and opens the urn, turning it upside down so all the ashes fall out into the upturned soil. Then he throws the urn in and undoes his pants.

I snicker when he pulls his cock out and takes a leak, sprinkling the dirt and ashes and turning it all to mud.

“I’m not digging this hole anymore. You can,” I inform him, handing him the shovel when he stows his dick and does his pants back up, choking back a laugh. He takes the spade from me and moves a bit further down to start digging.

“You need it longer if you plan on throwing Giselle in here.”

“Can I bury her alive with your mom’s piss covered ashes?”

“Anything you want.”

“You love me, don’t you?”

“Of course.”

“It doesn’t bother you that my first thought is murder? That I’ve killed more times than I have fingers to count them on?”

He shrugs. “Don’t give a shit. I love you, and all that entails.”

“Thanks,” I mutter. “For everything.”

“Anytime.”

He digs some more and then we both snap our heads back to the house when a gunshot goes off.

“What the fuck?” I ask, taking off at a breakneck speed for the back door.

“Ruby! Wait, for fuck’s sake.”

I ignore him and skid to a stop outside the back door, dragging it open and hurtling into the kitchen. Ramsey follows me, the shovel in his hand, ready to bash someone’s head in with, judging by the look on his face.

“Declan!” I shriek, when I see him down and bleeding all over the cool Italian tile of the sitting room. “Jesus!” I drop to my knees and press my hand to the shoulder wound, glancing around furiously to see who the fuck did this.

My shoulders sag when I see who it is. I should’ve been expecting it, but obviously she is way ahead of schedule.

“Hey, Mom,” I drawl, taking in her long, wavy black hair and fuming green eyes. Her black stilettoed feet are planted apart and her black business suit screams class and refinement. “You just shot one of the men I love.”

“Oh, please,” she scoffs. “I missed his vital organs. He’ll live. This bitch though…” She waves the gun in the direction of the couch. I look over my shoulder to see Giselle being held at gunpoint by Rex. “She won’t be so lucky. Nobody fucks with my daughter and gets away with it.”

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