Page 67 of Forsaking All Others

Don’t know much about miracles.

But I know treasures.

They’re everywhere.

A man finds them, he fights like hell to keep them.

“You ready to do this?” Shady questions, pulling my attention back to the line of brothers who stand ready to strike.

“Yeah.”

“You sure?” Ghost volleys.

“They’re not going anywhere.”

Not anymore.

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I wantedhim to watch the fear form in his eyes. I wanted him to watch the tears roll down his face as I cut his tongue from his mouth. But more than anything, I wanted him to see the look on my face when I shovedhisknife into his jugular. That’s why I made Ink and Torque rip the mirror off the wall in the bathroom connected to my room at the clubhouse. It wasn’t very big, but it’s the biggest we had on hand and it did the trick.

Pulling the knife from his neck, I loosen my hold around King’s limp body just as the rolling garage door slides open. I lift my head and my eyes connect with Holly’s. Horror flashes across her features but it quickly fades.

“What’s this?” she rasps.

The knife falls from my hands and drops with a thud onto the cement. Keeping my eyes pinned to hers, I wipe my bloody hands down the front of my white t-shirt.

“Justice for Colt. Closure for you.”

Revenge for me.

She stares at me quietly for a moment and that fire in my chest spreads wildly throughout my body. Her gaze flits to the body on the floor and she flinches slightly when she realizes who it is. Then she brings her eyes back to mine and starts for me.

I don’t move a muscle—I can’t.

Woman’s got me paralyzed with that stare of hers.

She comes to a stop in front of me and lowers her gaze to the blood seeping into the cotton. Then she reaches for me and it’s my turn to flinch.

Fucking electricity in the tips of her fingers.

Shocks me every time.

She grips the hem of my shirt and slowly pushes it up my stomach, her fingers brushing over the skin stretched tightly across my abdomen.

I close my eyes and pull in a sharp breath.

She pushes the fabric higher and higher, grazing the hairs on my chest.

Fucking torture.

“Lift your arms,” she murmurs softly.

My eyes spring open.

Woman’s got me under her spell.

Ain’t nothing I won’t do.

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