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“No. You don’t get it. None of you get it. He sent someone after me,” I snap at them.

“And he’s dead,” War says casually.

“And now my dad is getting out? He’s going to come for me.”

“And he’s going to die too,” War adds now.

“How, War? Are you going to hunt him down before he can get to me?” The three of them share a look, and I know there’s more to it than them knowing he’s getting out. There has to be more.

“What? What is it? I know there’s something else.”

“We have to tell her,” Harlon says, looking at the other two.

“That’s not something she needs to know right now,” War growls.

“Just tell me,” I say.

“Fuck. Fuck!” War tugs at his hair. “Your dad isn’t coming near you, little bird, and the reason I know that is because I’m going to kill him.”

“How?” Now they share another look, and before War turns to me and straightens his spine.

“I’m going to prison.”

Chapter 38

Denz

That went over about as well as I thought it would. I didn’t want to tell her yet. I didn’t want her to know until we had it all planned out, but she insisted on it. And now she’s looking like a crazed woman.

“You’re not going anywhere,” she says, holding her head high.

“I am, little bird. We’ve already worked it all out, and this is what needs to be done,” War tells her. Her eyes are wild as she looks between the three of us. Then she says something that shocks us all.

“You go and we’re done.”

“What?” I ask, hoping like hell I didn’t hear her right. She surely didn’t say that we’re done.

“You heard me, Denz. He goes, and we’re done. All of this is done,” she says, waving her hand between all of us. I chuckle, and War straight up laughs.

“We’re not done,” I tell her.

“If he goes and you guys help him. We. Are. Done.” I’ve never seen War move so quickly in my life. He grabs Arya and drags her under the pier, where there is no one else. Me and Harlon share a look before following them. Arya is screaming and fighting his hold, but the music is so loud above us that no one can hear her, and War knows it.

He throws Arya to the ground and yanks her shorts down her legs. She tries to scramble away as she yells, but War grabs heraround her waist and holds her steady. Me and Harlon watch as he makes short work of his jeans, pulling his cock free. Arya still fights, but I think that’s exactly what he wants. He likes when she fights and she’s giving him one hell of a fight right now.

She bucks and tries to flip him off her, but then he grabs his cock and thrusts into her. She keeps fighting even as he plunges into her. He’s taking her hard, harder than the rest of us do, but I know there’s a part of her that likes it. Arya claws at the sand as she tries to get away, but it’s no use.

“Go ahead, little bird. Tell me we’re done one more time,” War growls as he fucks her harder. Cries rip from her throat the harder he goes.

“We’re done!” She screams louder this time. A roar rips from War’s mouth as he grips her hips in his hands and hammers into her. I see the tears falling down her cheeks, but there’s nothing I can do to stop War. This is his way of doing things, and he’ll get his point across one way or another.

“You’re going to come all over my fucking cock, little bird. You’re going to enjoy it, and then the next because there will be a next time; you’re going to do it all over again,” he tells her. Moans begin to fall from Arya’s lips, and I know he’s made his point.

Harlon and I watch as our brother fucks her so hard she won’t be walking home tonight. She comes with a scream for War as he grunts his own release. When he’s done, he pulls out of her quickly and pulls his jeans back up. Then he grabs her shorts and slides them back on her before lifting her in his arms and walking toward us.

“You ready?” he asks us, and we both chuckle.

“I suppose you made our point for us,” I tell him.

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