Page 68 of Sinful Kingdom

Tears continue to spill over her temples and into her hair, but still, she doesn’t say a word, doesn’t whimper or cry out.

She’s strong, so fucking strong, not allowing them to see that they’re affecting her as they—

A wave of nausea rushes through me at the thought of them doing this, of stealing something so precious from her.

All this time I’ve been worried about what this situation might do to Zay and how it might change his future. What about Evie?

If she was ever going to change her mind about me, then surely something like this would help do it.

Not that I’d be able to blame her if she walked away.

I might have not been the one to start all of this. But I sure didn’t help when I got myself in the middle of it.

They still would have hurt her. She still would have ended up here, only, she’d have never known how deep your love truly runs.

Finally, it all gets too much for her, and her eyelids lower, cutting her off from me.

I want to scream, roar, rip the fucking world apart, but I can’t. I’m stuck here watching them with my girl, and I can’t do anything.

Dragging my eyes from her face, I find the two monsters who are willing to use her for their own pleasure.

Peter has his hands on her breasts, the cups of her bra ripped away while Grant is between her legs, her pussy now bare for them.

He fists his cock as he stares down at her like a lion would its kill.

Desperation like I’ve never felt before rocks through me and I roar out in anger, needing to do something to dispel the energy racing around inside me.

I want to maim, kill, destroy, but I can’t. I can’t fucking do the one thing I promised I’d do for her.

Protect her.

The echoes of my voice barely fade away when I hear something.

Please, please, please be here.

I don’t look around. I can’t. If I’m right, then I can’t cause suspicion.

But then, I notice something else, something that makes all the air rush out of my lungs and hope flood through my veins.

There’s a small red laser light on the back of Grant’s head.

Daemon.

He’s here.

There’s another noise. It’s louder this time, and one of the masked men also hears it.

“Boss, what was—”

“Quiet,” Grant roars, too impatient to ruin my girl to take his warning seriously.

Stupid, stupid prick.

“Boss, I really think—”

Two shots land their intended targets, and Evie finally makes a noise. A blood-curdling scream rips from her throat as she’s covered with blood and brain matter from both Pete and Grant.

Zay follows. Despite the gag in his mouth, he screams bloody murder for his sister.

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