Page 64 of Shattered Love

The men disappear at the slight lift of Braxton’s fingers, he’s top dog.

Then it’s only Braxton and myself. We both stare the other down none of us giving in.

I cross my arms over my chest, making him smirk.

“You still haven't put it together. I can see it in your eyes. Let me help you. Behind door number one…”

The door flies open and Mac is pushed into the room. Already taken a beating. He lands on the floor with a thud, groaning as he tries to get up. Standing on shaky legs, holding his side. His eyes widen when he sees me and he staggers backward until his back hits the wall. He looks between Braxton and me.

“What’s happening?” Mac’s voice is rattled and shaky.

Braxton’s eyes turn cold. Raising his chin, baring his teeth, and sweeps his arms in my direction. “Looks to me like Stone got closer than you ever thought, even with all the dead ends you've chucked his way.”

I lunge for Mac.

I growl like an animal. Breathing heavily through my nose I grasp for Mac’s neck. “It’s a trade. You were there the day Avery was killed. You took everything from her. She was going be a mother, a fucking great mother. We had fucking plans and you took them away. You fucking shattered our love.” It's a deathly whisper.

I pull back, punching him in the face a few times he slides down the wall before he hits the ground I pull him to his feet. My hand goes around his throat. “What part did you play? Because I know you didn't kill her. You didn't pull the fucking trigger.” We’re so close I can see my reflection in his eyes. I can see my demons smirking, their smiles as I squeeze tighter.

Nodding like a fucking bobble head. “I did. It was me. It was fucking me. Kill me, you bastard.” He spits as snot and tears run down his face.

I look into his eyes, the pieces coming together. “My girl loved you. She looked out for you.”

His face goes bright red from lack of oxygen and I let go just as his eyes start to roll back in his head. He gasps for oxygen like a fish out of water.

I bring back my fist, punching in the stomach. Watching as he falls to the floor.“You've been around my daughter. What did you see when you looked at her, knowing you killed her mother?” He is the final piece of the puzzle.

He sits on the floor pulling his hair as his face is buried in his knees. “I haven’t seen Juliet since she was little. I couldn’t look at her.”

I pull away only to pace the room. “Who. Are. You. Protecting?” I can’t help myself and grab him off the floor and chuck his body against the wall with a sickening thud.

“Oh, I guess it's time for door number two.”

Braxton’s hard voice makes us both turn.

The door is thrown open and the body chucked in the same way as Mac.

I drop Mac to the floor as the eyes of the killer look back at me.

“Molly.”

She stands up with confidence, brushing down her clothes. “Dominic,” she says with coolness, as if it’s any normal day. Looking down at her nails before raising her eyes back to me.

I look between the two of them and watch as Mac tries to slowly make his way to her.

He stands in front of her, protecting her and crying like a fucking baby. “Dominic, please take me. Kill me.”

Molly looks at Mac with disgust, her lips in a sneer. “Stop crying. You look like a damn pussy.” She flicks her hair over her shoulder.

I take a step forward.

Her eyes widen and she takes a step back. Her eyes pining between us as she scratches her arms.

“You were Avery’s friend. You fucking cried, big fucking tears at her funeral.”

I’ve never hit a woman in my life, but I’m about to.

Her features soften for a split second before she rolls her eyes. “She was okay for a bitch. Not like that weak pussy, Cecelia. Christ, she used to whine like a bitch over Brax. The girl needed a good dick to sort her out.”

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