Page 87 of Stolen Sun

He screams out. He tries to sit up and grab his arm at the same time.

“About fucking time,” I say.

His eyes meet mine, and all the color drains from his face.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He yells so loud the veins in his neck bulge out.

“Making sure you can’t hurt Noel anymore. Oh, and making sure you don’t kill me in the next year or two,” I tell him as if it’s completely obvious.

He makes it to his feet before he sees Zander off to the side.

“What the fuck is that?” He half-yells, half-squeals at him.

“Razor wire,” Zander replies, walking toward Conner.

I watch Zander have his fun for a few minutes as he slings the wire around, cutting Conner here and there. When he gets too close to a main artery in his neck, I decide to step in.

“Uh uh.”

There’s already blood everywhere, and Conner is as pissed off as he can get.

My turn.

I wrestle him to a chair, and slam my head into his. Kicking his ankle, I force him to sit. Zander wraps a leg to the chair with zip ties while I pound on his face, determined not to stop until I hear something fucking crack. By the time Zander finishes the second leg, Conner is out cold again.

“Fuck, dude, at this rate, you won’t get to make him into a human pin cushion. He’s too old for that shit,” Zander says.

I nod my agreement and wait for him to wake up…again. My phone beeps on the counter, and I smile to myself at the perfect little reward waiting for me at home.

Zander tilts his head. “How the fuck do you decide that one woman is enough?”

“Not sure I can explain it to you, but you know how you get when I take your Staccato?”

“The fuck you meanwhenyou take my Staccato? When did you touch my fucking Staccato, bro? I’ve told you to take any of the other ones, but leave that one in the fucking case—, ohhh,” his rant turns into understanding.

“Like that,” I say, nodding my head.

Conner blinks awake again, so I grab his hair to make him look at me. My face is level with his when his eyes start to focus. He spits in my face and bounceshis chair like he’s going fucking somewhere. Wiping my face with the back of my hand, I stand up.

“You think Noel will stay with you after this?” He asks.

“She’ll forgive me before she falls asleep tonight. Her world is safer without you in it,” I answer.

He laughs at that.

“I’m not the only one who wants something from her,” he warns.

Those words inject rage into my veins. Ripping his shirt open, I carve a giant X across his chest. He yells out, which only fuels the flames of hell scorching my heart at the thought of someone hurting her the way he has. It’s time to balance the scales.

While I walk over to the counter to get my smaller knives, Zander speaks up.

“Why the fuck would you allow a threat to your own daughter to live?” He asks.

“They’ve kept that bitch under lock and key. I will handle it when she has the baby,” he tries to plead his case.

“You’re done handling Noel’s affairs,” I snap.

I throw small blades all over his chest and stomach. They’re too small to cause any significant damage on their own, but the inverted prongs at the end make them hurt like a bitch.

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