Shattered Love, Deadly Revenge

led back, suddenly sobered by th

was just joking aro

to fade into the background, and all I could hear was the blood rushing in my good ear. The other side

t decipher. It wasn' t the cruel satisfaction I had imagined I would see if

for his order, snapped his fingers

had to serve, had to earn. But my feet felt nailed

ll in a flash: the video on the screen, my mother' s dead body, my father'

y tray, my hand swinging in a clean arc, the bottle shattering against his perfectly sculpted face. I imagined the crunch of b

could almost feel the weigh

ality crash

ather needed his round-the-clock

ge. I couldn't even aff

shaky breath and forced my legs to move, turning away from Liam to se

the man grumbled, slapping

ouldn't. I could still fe

d bang echoed t

slammed his fist on a nearby table. The glasses on it ra

ted at me. It was directed at the men who were leerin

n, and his voice was low, c

t ou

request. It

I thought he was tal

looking r

hispered, my

ted, his voice colder this ti

ere? Where did I belong, Liam? In the bright future you

ation in my throat. He was the one who forced me into th

rried over, his face slick with sweat. "Mr. Miller

ook a step closer to m

my name was li

iliation. I wanted to scream at him, to hit him, to make h

ped by my past, trapped

ight him. Not

en, leaving the noise and the smoke and his suffocating presence behind me. I thought that putti

he storm had o