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She looks so defenseless like this, almost childlike. But any part of my heart that might take mercy on her was obliterated. She made sure of that.

I flip on the bedside lamp, and she flinches. Her eyes blink and squint as she adjusts to the onslaught of light on her face.

“What the hell?” Mom pushes herself up, resting back on her elbows. Her face flushes red as she realizes who stands around her. “Spencer Lily Gray, you march yourself out of this room right now.”

“Tempting offer, but no. I’m here to make sure you answer for your crimes.”

“Mycrimes? You’re the one in bed with criminals!” Her tone is accusing, but her words float away, missing their target.

“You know what I’m talking about. Don’t play dumb, it’ll wrinkle your skin.” I flash her my gun, and her face goes ghost white.

“I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry. But . . . what else was I supposed to do? I was a single mom, and I needed to live. I gave you a good life and found you a wealthy husband. All things considered, you ended up happy. You can walk out of here right now, and I’ll forget this ever happened. And take thesethugswith you, too.”

Wrong words, Mom.

Pointing my gun at her head, I tilt my head side to side as if I’m actually giving her statement some thought. “Again, no.”

“So, what are you going to do? Arrest me? Good luck trying to prove your claims in court,” she mocks.

I feel the silent presence of my men and the strength they give me.

“Unfortunately, that’s not the plan.” The smile I give her is condescending. “You’re not leaving this room tonight. No more shopping sprees. No more rich dumb boyfriends.”

“Now, hold a minute?—”

“You don’t get any last words. I do,” I interrupt. Her mouth gapes open and I clear my throat so what I have to say is clear. “Fuck you. Enjoy hell.” Then I empty my magazine right into her face.

And she’s gone forever.

They say the best vengeance is living well, but shooting the person in the face feels just as good.

Rio whistles as if impressed. “That was gangster, Mama.”

I snicker and turn to him. “I’m taking that as a compliment.”

“As you should,” he quips back.

Asher wraps his arm around me and guides me out into the hallway as Rio and Zane follow us. “We need to head out. We have a long road trip ahead of us.”

“Road trip?”

Zane speaks up. “You thought that car was a rental?”

“Well . . . yeah,” I reply.

Zane smirks. “You know what they say when you assume.”

“Time to hit the road!” Rio shouts and hops in the car, followed by Asher, who rolls his eyes at Rio’s overenthusiasm.

The blood drains from my face. I love these men like crazy, but twenty-four hours in a car with all three of them . . . I don’t know how I’m going to survive. I’m sure they’ll find something for us to do to pass the time.

CHAPTER 33

SPENCER

Dropping the cardboard box, I sink into the couch. It’s still comfortable even if it’s covered in plastic wrap. Thankfully, there wasn’t much of a debate when I told Asher that I wasn’t going to give up my couch. Everyone agreed that my sectional was more comfortable.

“That box is labeled ‘bedroom.’” Zane plops down next to me.

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