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Able pointed a cigarette at him. “Watch it.”

“Sorry, to each their own, but I’m not sticking my dick in another man.”

Able shrugged. “Suit yourself. It’s better than pussy if you ask me.”

Weston stared at me, and panic clawed at the back of my throat. I didn’t want anyone to touch me but Giancarlo.

“Maybe I can do it if some porn is playing.”

“And after you, my men can have a go. We’ll ruin him like Giancarlo has ruined everything of ours,” Able said with a smile plastered on his face.

“Yeah.”

“No!” I lunged forward, not sure what I was going to do. All I knew was I wanted to beat the crap out of him.

Weston jumped back, resting a hand on his stomach. Able laughed, his black hair falling in front of his eyes. I knew he was like the men my father hung around the moment I met him. It was, in his eyes, a kind of evil that shouldn’t exist in this world.

“You’re going to be fun. I can tell,” Able said. His hand whipped across my face, and a fresh gush of blood coated my tongue. The spots came back with a vengeance, nearly taking my vision. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and forced me to look at his face. “You’re going to learn really quick that I don’t like being told no. Better start saying yes, sir, real soon.”

Never.

“Oh, I like that fight. Make sure it’s still there when it’s my turn with your ass.”

No.I jerked back and regretted the moment I moved. Bile burned up my throat and over my tongue. My nose was on fire as puke tried to escape out that way.

“Ah, fuck.” One of the guys holding me shouted as vomit spilled from my lips.

Darkness closed in on me, stripping any strength I had left in my body. I sagged in their hold.

“You can have your fun later. We need to get him out of here,” Weston or maybe Able said. Everyone was starting to sound alike. The stupid spots were stealing more and more of my vision.

“Are you sure this will work? Why would he care about a whore?”

I wanted to scream that he didn’t, that we broke up. That wasn’t exactly true either, though; we hadn’t been together in the first place. We had a deal. Now, I had nothing tying me to Giancarlo. My tongue lay uselessly in my mouth, unable to move and form words.

“Men like Giancarlo are easy to destroy. Hurt what he cares about, and he will crumble like a stack of cards.”

Gin would never crumble. I wouldn’t let them do anything to him. I could handle anything, even facing my worst nightmare. Memories of the basement at my father’s house and the screams came crashing through my head. It was finally my turn.

Gin, I’m sorry.

The poundingon the door rivaled the pounding in my head. I stood up, lost my footing, and forced myself back up again. Ash had already been gone for hours, but it felt like days. I wanted to kick myself for throwing him out, but I couldn’t stop the little voice in my head that said I’d made the right decision. At least I wouldn’t get played like Enzo and Benito. I wouldn’t have to deal with the pain I felt when I came home to all of Sarah-Lynn’s shit gone.

It’s better this way. Come on, get the fuck over it.

I dragged the bottle off my desk and headed down the stairs. My ankle rolled. I reached out, grabbing the banister as my bottle fell, shattering all over the steps. I grunted as I tried to right myself, and my ankle throbbed.

“Motherfucker!” I yelled. “Goddamn bullshit ass stairs!”

I punched the banister. My fists throbbed lightly, but the booze dulled the pain. Limping, I continued making my way downstairs as my ankle pulsed. I stepped over the glass, ignoring the crunch of it under my feet, not giving a damn if a piece ended up in my foot.

The house was eerily quiet.

There was no tv playing, and no music in the kitchen. Ash wasn’t singing loudly and off-key to one of the rap songs I loved to listen to so much. He wasn’t doing that thing where he shook his ass without even realizing it when he sang along. There were no puppy dog eyes, crooked smile, or warm hands. Nothing.

I limped toward his room and sucked in a sharp breath. For a split second, I almost reverted to the old ways and put my head through the fucking wall. However, I already knew Benito would figure that out, and it was an instant trip to the hospital. I couldn’t be fucking locked up again.

“Fuck.”

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