Page 26 of Die For Me

“No. Listen to me,” I shouted, my adrenaline coursing through my whole body. “I’ve seen the way both of you enjoy watching me with the other. I like it too. That’s why you’ll both get me. If you want me, you’re gonna have to share me,” I demanded confidently.

Michael’s face soured with disgust. “Hana, no. You said we were going to fight—”

“What? Fight?” Jack interrupted with a laugh, looking over at Michael. “Oh, you fucking know I’d tear you apart, you knob.”

“Shut the fuck up!” I yelled.

They whipped their heads back at me.

“Michael, I said you were going to fight as a ruse to get Jack here,” I explained, looking between the two. “You’re not going to fight. If you two touch each other, to hurt each other, I swear to God I will end my life.”

“So you’re just going to hold that knife to your neck for the foreseeable future?” Michael asked with amusement.

“Of course not. That’s my littleincentivefor both of you. And if either of you tries to take me away from the other again, it will happen. I will make sure of it,” I spit out angrily.

I could see both of their minds working quickly as they stood there silently, breathing heavily. They were considering it. This was a good start.

“How would that work, Hana? Like a joint custody thing?” Jack asked with raised eyebrows.

“No. We’ll all live together. We’ll all learn to get along with each other,” I muttered out, not really knowing what my plan was beyond this point.

Michael rolled his eyes. “Fucking hell, Hana,” he sighed.

“What about the baby?” Jack asked quietly, almost morosely.

I shook my head. “I’m not having it. This is not what I wanted.” I motioned to my stomach.

Both of their eyes widened in terror.

I continued gently. “We can have kids later, but not this way.”

Jack shook his head bitterly.

“I know you fucked with my appointment to get my shot, Jack. I know you did. That’s not fair. I have to have a say in this, otherwise I will always resent you,” I argued.

They were both quiet again, their faces sullen.

“I promise I will give both of you children. We need to figure this shit out first,” I went on, knowing they were both heartbroken.

Michael shook his head, his eyes ablaze with anger. “I can’t share you, Hana. I can’t. Especially not with him,” he gestured his thumb at Jack.

Jack was quick to respond. “Oh, fuck you—”

“Shut the fuck up!” I yelled again. “You’re gonna have to. Otherwise you won’t get me at all.”

I stood there shaking, the knife still to my throat, and my weak, naked body bouncing between each foot.

Jack looked up at me, defeated. “If this is how I prevent you from fucking kill yourself, Hana, then I’ll do it,” he said softly.

Michael scoffed, still angry, as he put his hand to his beard. “Fuck!”

I could tell I had won.

“Fuck this. Fine! Fine, Hana. God damnit,” he spit out, his jaw clenched.

My heart dropped to my knees.Holy fucking shit, this worked. Now what?

“Okay.” I nodded. “Okay. Jack, give me your shirt. Let’s sit down and talk.”

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