Page 130 of Sawyer

“Now, we need to come to an agreement.” His voice changes, becoming something else entirely. This is the councilman. The mask. “Thea is my son’s mate, his pack’s mate, yet his pack remains infatuated with you.”

I grind my teeth to keep from speaking.

“He’s ready to settle down and take on a pack, a mate, and Sawyer, you’re holding him back.” My heart breaks with each word he speaks. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Where are they?” My voice is steady and strong, and I’m so damn proud of myself for it.

“Do you really want the answer to that question, Sawyer?”

“Yes.” My voice is nothing but a whisper.

“I’m hoping that Bryn is knot deep in Thea.” His smile is disarming. “She’s the perfect omega, don’t you think?”

There’s so much in what he’s saying. I know I need to think past the thought of Bryn with her, and fuck, it’s so damn hard.

“You broke her.”

“She’s perfect now,” he says, but he doesn’t allow me a moment to process what they are really doing with omegas before he continues. “We will release you to your brother when you’re ready. You will mate with someone else, settle down, and forget you ever wanted Sin. You are going to let him live his life.”

“Or what, you’ll kill me?”

“Oh no, Sawyer, I’ll kill them.” He stands from his chair and sets it back in the corner of the room. “I’ll be back for you tomorrow, Sawyer.”

“Why?” I thud my head back against the wall.

He points to the wall where words blink mockingly at me. “Because we are a match, Sawyer, and I need a mate.”

My entire world shatters to pieces as he winks at me and walks away, the door closing softly behind him.

“Match” blinks on the wall.

Bryn

“Fuck, that felt so good.” The man in front of me practically moans his pleasure at hitting me. “You do not know how long I’ve wanted to see you bleed.” He tips my chin up until I look into his familiar green eyes.

Sin’s eyes.

But he’s not my Sin, and hell, I don’t even know when he became my Sin, only that with every single punch from this alpha, I decided that I’d do anything and everything in my power to keep him from this man.

I try to swallow the blood dripping down the back of my throat, and more blood oozes from my nose, easing the split in my lip. One swollen eye blocks out half the man in front of me.

“Not so good now, are you?” He backs away, rolling up his cuffs before reaching for the brass knuckles sitting on a stool.

I say nothing, but he wants me to hurt, to break.

I won’t.

“My fists made such a beautiful, bloody mess,” he coos. Touching one knuckle, he winces at the minute slice there. “Imagine what this can do.” He holds up the brass knuckles.

All I can hope for is that he knocks me out.

“Now, I know who you are in so many ways.” He grabs the stool and swings it around to sit before me.

They tied me to this damn chair when they picked me up off the road. Next time I see Rumor, we are going to have it out much in the same way as Sin’s dad is having it out with me. No, I won’t hit him, but we will have a long talk. Maybe we can connect on a level where, in the future, he will let me in on the plan instead of tossing me out into the middle of the road.

I’m pretty sure he came up with that on the spot though.

I’m also almost positive he rolled under the Jeep that brought me here. This means he never once told Sin or Sawyer the plan.

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