Page 110 of Surrender
And this bastard was one I wanted to remove from this earth myself, so there was no fucking chance he could ever come back. I owed it to Roxie. And to Rafe. And to all these other women who never got a chance to live their lives.
“I love you, too, Tiny Dancer,” I said, loud and clear.
Darcy was it.
She’d always been it.
My first love, my only love.
“Nate?” she said, Cain and she pausing at the edge of the trees and looking back, a sparkle in her eyes. “Roxie would want to see him cry.”
“Yeah, she fucking would,” I muttered with a smirk, and then they disappeared, the two of them laughing while Parker was looking around, the smug grin wiped from his face.
Now replaced with panic.
“Bet you’re confused why Mommy didn’t come to the rescue this time, right?” I said, taking a step toward Parker while Hawk found a pair of garden gloves so he could handle the bottle of herbicide.
Parker scurried back, like a little fucking mouse that’s been cornered by a cat.
Eyes glancing around frantically, looking for some sort of escape.
He leaped up suddenly, his fancy fucking shoes skidding as he tried to make a run for it, but I kicked out, catching his foot and wiping his legs out from underneath him. He hit the ground again, and I reached down, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and dragging him back to where Hawk was waiting.
“No!” he cried out, fighting against me. “No! You can’t do this!NO!”
“Mommy didn’t come save you this time because she made a deal with us to get rid of you,” I told him, shoving him into the planter bed that had Darcy’s name written across it, the sight of that just egging me on. “She wouldn’t say a word if we made it look like you gave in to the guilt of what you’d done.”
Hawk screwed the lid off the bottle, the strong chemical smell instantly making me feel sick.
This stuff was strong.
It was lethal.
But it wasn’t going to be quick, and that was the beauty of it.
“Please!” he sobbed, making me fucking grin. “Please! You don’t have to. I can… what do you…No!”
I grabbed him around the throat, forcing his head back and holding his hands down.
“Bottom’s up,” Hawk said, tipping up the liquid.
He was going to know how these women felt.
He was going to feel their fear.
He was going to plead for his life.
But it wouldn’t matter.
Because he wouldn’t matter anymore.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
DARCY
Six Months Later
“Yes, Rafe! You’ve got him,” I called, cupping my hands around my mouth to try and drive my voice even further. “Woo!”
