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My family.

At least I’ll die knowing I tried.

That’s all I can do right? Try.

I did what I promised.

I protected her to my last, dying, breath.

I squeeze my eyes shut and my lungs burn as they beg for air. I kick out in one last attempt to live. Kicking Wolfe straight in the stomach, he falls to the floor, winded. I gasp for air, coughing and sucking in as much oxygen as I can to fill my starved lungs.

Hunter glares at me and I stand tall, getting a second wind. I see something shiny in his hand and it takes me a moment to realize it’s a knife.

My blood runs cold and thrashes through my veins, my heartbeat pumping in my ears. It’s not long before Wolfe is back on his feet and he turns to face his brother, giving him a sickening glare.

“Night night fucker,” Wolfe grits and just as panic begins to set in, Hunter rushes towards me and passes me the knife.

I freeze, my eyes on him and he gives me a nod. “I’ve always been on your side,” his voice is low, and I hear Wolfe roar, racing towards me and Hunter and I move at him with force, my hand jolting forward as the knife slips into his stomach and I see the pain shatter through him. I retract the knife instantly, letting it slip from my grasp and I feel numb as I watch him fall to the floor, his hand pressed against his wound and he laughs a menacing laugh, shaking his head from side to side.

“First time with a knife?” he mocks me and slowly stands, “It’s going to take more than that…” but my eyes widen when I see Wolfe fall to the floor in a heap and Hunter is holding the freshly bloodied knife.

I am in shock, my eyes pinned to a lifeless Wolfe, and I slowly lift my head to look at Hunter.

“Hunter,” my voice trembles.

“It’s the only way this would end. He wouldn’t have stopped, and I couldn’t stand to witness how he was with Amora and what he threatened to do to her. I was angry at Xavier, but it wasn’t his fault. He was tipped off. I knew that. I struck a deal with Xavier; I was always on your side.” He steps towards me and holds out his hand to shake mine.

I look down at it, my stomach rolling with nausea when I see his brother’s blood coating it.

“Sorry,” he says with a grimace as he rubs his hand down his jeans then holds it back out. I accept his handshake, the whole time my mind is trying to catch up with what the fuck happened.

“The police will be here soon, this is on me… now go and find her,” he steps back, dropping the knife to the floor and he slowly sits down next to his brother’s body.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” I whisper, and he gives a soft nod, his hand resting on Wolfe’s back.

“Some things have to come to an end, family or not…” his voice is full of gravel, and I step out of the room not looking back.

I needed to find Amora.

CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT

AMORA

WEDDING DAY

I run down the stairs and see my father standing there.

“Amora?”

“Daddy,” I throw myself at him and his arms wrap around me tightly.

“What’s the matter?”

“Wolfe and Titus are fighting.”

I hear my father sigh.

“Let them fight, they need to get it out of their system.”

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