Page 123 of Captive Bride

Because only in death can I see Isobel again in heaven or on the Other Side or whatever the fuck you want to call it. She will be mine eternally, someway, somehow.

The pain in my shoulder fades to the back of my mind. I evade the blows coming my way. I toss guards over the rail and out of my way. The fighting continues downstairs.

“Tristan! Go!” Benny shouts from the bottom the stairs.

He runs halfway up and turns his back to give me cover. This leaves me free to find the Governor.

Those double doors at the end of the hall—that must be the master suite. Now is my moment. I kick down the door.

The Governor stands in front of a tall mirror, tying a white bow under his neck as the finishing touch for his tux.

“You can’t even mourn her, can you, you bastard?” I spit at him.

He turns to me cooly.

“Montague. What the fuck do you think you’re doing? I see you got past my guards.” Even his voice is cold. “Do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you and your family because of this?”

“You won’t do anything. Ever again,” I answer, pulling my gun and aiming it between his beady little eyes.

His eyes widen. The fat fuck hasn’t been challenged in a long time. He had not expected this.

Then, he closes the distance between us in two quick steps before I have a chance to pull the trigger. He bats the gun out of my hand and goes in for a punch.

My gun falls to the floor as I block the blow. He takes another swing at me.

I duck and slug him in the face. His nose breaks under my hand, blood spraying his arrogant face.

We trade blows. I lose track of how many I gain and the throbbing pain of the few he lands. My shoulder is tired, and my adrenaline is fading.

I need to end this. I need to finish him, so I can join my Isobel.

I grab him, and we fall into the mirror. Glass shatters, falling like stars around us.

His breathing is ragged. I think I broke one of his ribs. I grab my gun and jump to my feet.

“You killed her! You fucking killed her, you greedy motherfucker!” My voice quakes with rage as I stare down the man who stole my life.

This is the end. Time slows.

One shot to end his existence...and another to end my pain.

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