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She actually swung on me.
That’s my fucking girl.
“Ouch,” Cain mocks.
Judas claps once. “Finally, I’m having fun tonight.”
“I’m so fucking turned on right now,” I say, a little surprised at how true that is.
She pulls a knife and presses it against my throat, brows pulled down hard. “I said, I’m coming with you.”
I fucking love how fearless she is when she stands up to me.
My surprise flips into filthy pride, dragging a slow smirk across my mouth. She just reminded me exactly why she’s mine.
“All right, little orchid.”
She lets me go, and I lift my hands slow, almost casual, eyes locked on her—I can’t look anywhere else, even if I tried.
“How the hell did you even break free?” Cain asks.
She flashes the cuffs and the knife, looking proud as hell. “You’re gonna need a new bed.”
I can’t help the grin that pulls at my mouth. She wrecked her way out instead of waiting, because she chose violence and didn’t hesitate.
I look at her like she owns a piece of this chaos with me. She walked into my world and didn’t back down. That possessive respect burns in my chest.
She’s the best fucking decision I ever made.
Iwalk ahead, and the boys fall in behind me.
Adam watches me from the corner of his eye, measuring me, waiting to see if I’ll fold under pressure.
I know what he plans to do to my father, and the truth sits heavy inside me, because I stopped caring about that man.
If Adam pulls the trigger, I won’t mourn.
I won’t let him see me doubt him, even if it means turning my back on blood and everything that’s supposed to tie me to this house.
Adam is the only one who ever stood between me and the things that tried to crush me. He never asked for loyalty, and that’s exactly why he owns it.
He’s taught me how to hold my chin high when I wanted to disappear, how to walk into danger without shaking, how to survive when survival meant becoming harder than I ever wanted to be.
I wanted him the second I saw him, and the feeling never softened into something safe or clean. It turned sharp and possessive in ways that make me feel alive.
I would burn everything down before I let anyone touch him, before I let anyone take him away from me. If the world decides he’s a monster, then I’ll stand next to him and show them I’m worse.
Going against my father with only the four of us is suicide, and I’m fully aware of that. These three bastards are unhinged, reckless, and comfortable with violence.
Still, I trust the other two in a way that feels close to what I feel for Adam—at least when it comes to this. I know they’ll stand their ground and protect him, and right now, that’s enough for me.
We reach the entrance, and he knocks casually.
“Hello-oo,” he calls out in a mocking tone, flipping the knife in his hand. “Is anybody home?”
After a moment, the door opens.
“Manson, darling,” the man says with a slow, sinister smirk. “Look at that. A blast from the past. You really committed to that death. Almost respectable.”
