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“What, baby?”

“I… can’t… breathe…” she choked out.

I was confused and torn about how I should feel about it, and by the time I realized what I was doing and what I had already done, it was too late. I immediately let go, and her body fell forward against the ropes, sucking in the air I was viciously taking away from her.

An unbearable amount of weight was on my chest from the betrayal she knew I felt.

I couldn’t hurt her.

It felt wrong.

When she was my enemy.

“Fuck! Motherfucker!” I roared, pulling my hair away from my face, wanting to tear it out.

My mind finally caught up with my feelings. I couldn’t process it fast enough, and I started to wreak havoc around the room. Leaving a path of nothing but destruction in my wake.

Swiping the contents off my desk, I tore a large frame off the wall next, chucking it at the door. It shattered to the floor, marring our faces with glass and debris. Item after item flew through the air, breaking into pieces just like my soul.

“Stop!” she shouted.

“How could you do this to me?! I trusted you! And you betrayed me!”

I went after anything I could find.

Knocking over the nightstand.

The table.

The chairs.

The television across the room.

Nothing but fury blurred my eyes, and my body twisted with the desire to fall apart.

I abruptly turned at the last second as another painting shattered to the ground. Nothing could have prepared me for this.

Not even me.

The room was spinning faster and faster, around and around, over and over with no end in sight. My whole world was tilting and on the verge of plummeting. She finally gazed up at me with pleading eyes and a devastated expression, but I backed away with caution. I didn’t know if it was for my protection or hers. I couldn’t do this any longer.

I cut the ropes around her body and ordered, “Get up! Get the fuck up!” I snarled, placing my gun at her chest.

She nodded, standing on unsteady legs and fuck-me heels as she surrendered her hands out in the air in front of her.

“Good girl,” I praised in an eerie tone.

“Luke…”

Cocking my head to the side, I took in her pathetic pleas that meant nothing to me when they really meant everything. Leaning into her, I softly moved my lips against her bruised cheek.

“Answer me,” I repeated. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”

“I…”

“Choose your words wisely, Sloan. I already know you’re a fuckin’ liar. And you know more than anyone, what happens to people who fuckin’ cross me.”

I couldn’t catch my breath.

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