Page 9 of The Last Time You Break Me

Feeding information to our enemies and stealing right from under our fucking noses.

For the past five months, somebody had been interfering with our gun shipments. Detouring the ship en route, stealing half the inventory, then rerouting it back to our docking port. Given the fact we didn’t know how they were hacking the boat’s GPS or where the fuck they were rerouting it to, we hadn’t been able to stop them.

It was a taunt to our strength.

Sending back half the shipment was a big fuck you, showing that these cunts didn’t fear us.

That was a big fucking mistake.

I knew it wouldn’t be one of the boys.

Dom’s boys and my Hellcat’s brothers.

Dalton, Dallas, and Dylan were as loyal as they get. I loved them like my own and knew them like the back of my hand.

Everyone else around this table though, I refused to put my trust in.

I glared at the empty seat, the one beside Dalton and right beside Dom.

The one reserved for my Hellcat when he thought she was ready.

Which I hoped was never.

I remembered that night, the night from four years ago like it was yesterday. I remembered the way she looked at me. The way the light left her eyes and that darkness she held— the one she thought nobody but her knew about— crept back in.

I hated myself for doing that to her.

For lying to her.

But I wanted to protect her more than the violence that I craved. I would have given myself to the void itself for my sins if it meant she remained unharmed and untainted from this world.

From the brutal hand of her father.

Dom loved his kids. But he held no mercy for them. Not when his biggest fear was watching one of them die.

Losing one of them.

He never wanted this life.

But there was no way out.

Only up. And the further up you went, the higher up you dragged your heirs.

He tortured them, in order to protect them.

As brutal as a marine and as savvy as a navy SEAL, he made sure his kids would be unbreakable, undefeated, and always with the ability to outsmart the outsmarted.

I never wanted that for her.

But by pushing her away, I threw her over the cliff’s edge and straight into Hell.

“We have new intel. We finally got informed of when and where the next shipment is coming in,” he continued. It was a bluff. We didn’t have a clue as to where the new shipment hadbeen rerouted to, or who was behind it, but we knew if we lied the rats would sweat.

Monroe, Dom’s eldest cousin shifted in his seat, but it wasn’t uncertainty that flared in his brown eyes. It was excitement at making our enemies pay.

Smithy, however… when he gulped, his Adams apple shook like an earthquake had racked through his body, ready to tear it free from his throat.

“So, here’s what we’re going to do,” Dom added, a fist slammed against the table as he leaned forward, favoring his right side and he stared the rest of us down. Coiled fingers pointed at the room as he held his cigarette between them. The smoke wafted through the air and I inhaled it deeply as the need to light one myself hit me hard. But I was in stealth mode, a cig can wait until after I pulled some bones. The thought got my cock hard and my mind smiled as my face remained cold and brutal.

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