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I was exhausted.

I’d barely been sleeping. My father just let me out of my cage the morning of the party. I spent the past three days in there. The last thing I could do was fall asleep to the sounds of people being tortured. Every time I did, I’d wake up to the most horrifying screams, or there’d be a rat crawling over my head since I slept on a disgusting blanket on a concrete floor that smelled like shit.

The thought alone made my skin shiver, and I shuddered hard.

Scared.

Confused.

Lost in hell.

Except at least this time…I wasn’t by myself.

CHAPTER

THIRTY-SIX

LUKE

Nav snarled as I walked down the stairs, “You aim a gun at my baby sister’s head, you won’t shake my hand, and now you’re slamming doors in my house like you pay the fucking bills…”

I stopped at the bottom of the steps to look at him. He leaned against an arched column a couple of feet away from me.

Consequences.

I dealt with them every day.

Positive.

Negative.

I couldn’t tell them apart anymore.

My life.

My world.

The one I wanted, and the one I had. Both defined who I was as a man. Violence became the answer to everything and for everyone.

What started with Duchess…

Ended with her as well.

I couldn’t do anything to change the past. The only thing I could do was try to change the future.

For everyone.

Including me.

“You have some brass balls on you, Jameson. What exactly do you think you’re doing with Sloan?”

“Says the man who let me leave with her.”

“I had no other choice.”

“We have that in common.”

“You think you’re good enough for her?”

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