Page 45 of Brutal Bond

But she’s mine…

Mine.

I don’t care if I’m not good for her, even if it ruins her.

“You’re mine, little rose,” I mutter quietly against her forehead. “Only mine. I’m not fucking sharing you anymore.”

The shit with Michales ends now.

The only way he will ever lay another hand on her will be over my fucking dead body.

He will never get the opportunity to be inside of what belongs to me.

CHAPTER

THIRTY-FOUR

DETECTIVE MICHALES

As though someone flicked a fucking light switch, this town has turned on its end.

No disappearances.

No women claiming—and recanting—their recent assaults. Physical or sexual.

The only crime that has happened recently is a fabricated mugging that nearly killed Samuel Millington.

The recounting of the event is so fucking unbelievable that even the most inexperienced law enforcement officer should be able to see straight through it. But they won’t. Just like every other time these pretentious assholes wander before the law, the town will turn a blind eye and believe every inconceivable word that flows from their mouths.

Not this time.

My whole fucking life is in shambles because I’m the only one that sees it. It’s time that changes. It’s time for their lives to be the ones in shambles. The entire fucking town watching as their facades crumble, and everyone finally sees who they all really are.

Whatever it fucking takes…

CHAPTER

THIRTY-FIVE

HARPER

Detective Sleazeball

You available?

At work.

I type the lie and send it before stopping to think.

Fuck. What if he knows I don’t have a job?

Don’t lie to me Harper.

I’m not.

I lie again and decide to lean into it.

You can call them.

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