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The naked, freshly fucked girl in the peach wrap makes an exaggerated dawning of understanding look in Ethan’s direction. “Oooh, is it like a threesome thing?”

“Shut the fuck up, Gracie,” Ethan snarls. “He’s not my dad. He’s just some sucker my mom put on the birth certificate.”

CHAPTER 13

LUCY

I’m still reeling from the fact that Ethan knows Gabriel after all…but now I see there’s a lot more complicated layers to their relationship, or non-relationship, than I ever could have guessed.

Gabriel covers it well, but Ethan’s cruel line hits him like a bomb.

I can’t breathe.

What is happening? How did these two men get to this place, where one is shot and the other is trying to save me from his son, who might not be his son.

I thought my life was kind of tragic. But it’s not the stuff of Lifetime movies.

“I don’t fucking care,” Forrest sighs. “This is all so exhausting. I want to see someone fuck someone.”

“Nobody is fucking anyone else,” Gabriel snaps.

Forrest laughs. Then he pulls out a gun, so casually I have to do a double take. “You sure about that, old man?”

Oh my God, how many guns do these idiots have?

Gabriel sighs. Like he’s genuinely exhausted by all of this, and boy, do I share that feeling.

“Stand up, Ethan,” Forrest drawls. “You’re going to get to fuck your virgin bride, after all.”

“Touch her and die,” Gabriel snarls at his son. Or…not son. I don’t know.

“But if he doesn’t touch her, everyone dies,” Forrest says in a singsong voice. “Starting with the bride.”

A sob tears out of me. It sounds so foreign, it takes a second to recognize it as my own sound.

Ethan stands up. Blood drips down his arm.

“No,” Gabriel snarls. “Not him. Give her the choice, at least.”

Then he gives me a look that says,work with me here.He’s trying to buy time, but now that they know he’s a badass, it’s going to be harder to gain the upper hand.

Also, I have no idea what his plan might be.

“Don’t you fucking think about it, Forrest,” Ethan warns, his voice whiny and panicked. “She’s mine.”

“I’m not yours,” I gasp. “I’m not anyone’s.”

Forrest gives me an appraising look. “Are you really a virgin?”

“Fuck you.” The words tear out of me, shaky but emphatic.

He makes a wounded face. “That’s not nice talk from someone dressed like a slut.”

“Right back at you,” I mutter.

Forrest jerks the gun at Gilly. “Go untie our friends.”

Gabriel immediately gets between Gilly and the bound frat boys. “Not going to happen, son.”

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