Page 116 of Harbinger


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Jerry doesn’t let him answer.

“And Sydney, do you take this man I forced you to marry against your will to be your husband?”

“Wow, no handsome husband? No—”

“Ronan shut up,” Brandon hisses. “This is so romantic.”

“I do,” I say.

Ronan smiles. “Till death do us part.”

"I don't think that's the phrase, either," Zach smiles.

MATTHEW

A man in the basement screams as I load the cart up with feed for the pigs. It’s what I do every single day here. Wake up, get a cup of coffee, look at the weather, and feed the pigs leftovers of whoever was kept here at the ranch last week.

Pigs really will eat anything.

Sighing, I put my hat on my head before marching out the back door to the pig pen.

I don’t like watching them eat much. My stomach is a little squirmy that way. I’m fine dealing with the guys, getting them ready to be breakfast, but when it comes to watching the pigs eatin’ ‘em? Nah.

So I turn around, instead admiring how beautiful this ranch is. How perfect the house looks when the sun is risin’.

It’s beautiful, for sure, but it’s the only thing I’ve known for the last eight years.

As much as I love this ranch, I yearn to see something different. An ocean, a cabin in the woods somewhere, a mountain or two. Maybe a lake.

But I paid my price, and now I owe my whole life to the Fallen Angels. Only while they all come and go, I never leave.

Every week, I work with animals.

Cime lords.

Rapists.

Serial Killers.

They get tied up in the basement and tortured for information, and yet all I can think about is if they pity me.

No one knows what really goes on here.

And I’ve never really thought about leaving.

A cowboy only ever has one true home, and this is mine.

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