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“Are you coming?” Wes asks him.
He doesn’t speak, as if he’s trying to contemplate or calm himself down. I can’t believe what’s happening. It’s like watching a nightmare unfold while I’m wide awake, and no one’s stopping it.
Wes presses the muzzle harder, drawing a louder groan from my lips.
“Yes,” Adam hisses through clenched teeth, his eyes dark with fury.
My eyes sting as tears well up. I knew I was pulling him into something twisted, but I hadn’t realized how far the sickness spread. I’ve shackled him to me in a way that can’t be undone. Not unless one of us dies. The way his eyes land on me, emanating pure fury, makes the guilt clamp tighter around my throat.
I did this. I ruined his life while he was trying to save me.
“Good boy,” Wes says sternly, lowering the gun. “You’re coming with us tonight.”
Ican’t believe this fucking luck.
No fucking way.No fucking way.This isn’t happening. This can’t be fucking happening.
What kind of sick, twisted fuckery is this?
Every time. Every single fucking time. I take one step, one goddamn step forward, and the universe shoves a flaming fuckstick right down my ass.
It’s like some cosmic bastard is sitting up there, bored, spinning a wheel labeled‘fuck this one’s day.’
Fuck me.
Fuck this.
Fuck everything.
It was my fucking moment to finally kill off that bastard, and instead, life decides to bend me over and fuck me sideways with a rusty crowbar.
Of course I let my cock take the wheel and went straight for the hottest woman in the room. Hell, maybe the hottest I’ve ever laid eyes on. Fuckin’ stupid, but inevitable.
But now it’s all gone to shit, just like everything else.
What am I supposed to do now?
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” I yell at her, her blue eyes flickering with surprise.
“It was the only way; don’t you get it?”
My jaw tightens so hard my teeth grind together, like they might shatter. I march up to her and grab her arm.
“Listen to me, princess,” I sneer, every syllable dripping with contempt. “I don’t know what kind of sick little fairy tale you’re playing at, but I’m not some puppet dangling from your manicured fingers.” I yank her closer, hard enough to make her stumble. Her eyes widen with fear, but I don’t care. “I’m not your fucking hero, and I sure as hell am not here to clean up the messyoumade.”
“You’re hurting me,” she says, her voice calm and steady, just like her eyes that are locked on mine.
“You need to find someone else to play your little game.” She hauls her arm, but my grip tightens and I pull her closer again. “I’m out. Are we clear?”
“You’re fucking hurting me,” she repeats through clenched teeth.
“Are. We. Clear?”
“Yes. Just let me go.”
I don’t. Not right away. My ego doesn’t let me give her the satisfaction that she won so easily. She doesn’t back down, either. Such a mighty little woman.
Eventually, I do. She takes two steps back and rubs her arm while looking at me, her eyes dripping with disdain.
