My shoulders fall and I try to swallow the knot in my throat. I hate that I know he’s right. But she was disappointed in me long before I started feeding my body poison and sex. “So she sent you to, what? Bring me back home?”
“Something like that.” He smirks and reaches down, undoing his cufflinks before he starts to roll up the sleeves to his white button-up.
I take a step back from them, needing to get to the kitchen. “I’m not going anywhere with you.” My heart races at the fact that this might not work. That I’m in over my head. I didn’t expect both of them to show.
“Who said we were taking you anywhere?” Sin’s father finally speaks, and I whimper at the sound of his voice.
I hate the unknown with him. What he’s done to me. Hell, I thought I knew everything I did with Linc, but what if that first time in James’s office wasn’t the first time? How many others were there?
Linc reaches down now that both sleeves are rolled up and unbuckles his belt before pulling it through the belt loops of his slacks.
I turn and run toward the kitchen, my chest is pounding and pulse racing. I enter the kitchen, yank the hand towel up off the countertop and pick up the gun I had waiting. I spin around and face the archway as they both come strolling in as if I invited them. Not a care in the world. They know I have nowhere to go.
Linc laughs as he sees the gun pointed at him, and Liam just snorts. “What are you going to do with that, Elli?” Linc is the one who asks.
“Kill you with it.” I lift my chin, but my hands are shaking.
“I have a better idea.” He rubs his chin. “How about you give it to me, and I’ll fuck you with it.”
My stomach drops and I can’t catch my breath. “No,” I manage to get out. He had said he’d been watching Sin sneak into my room at my parents’ and get me off. He knows what I’ve let Sin do to me. What I like. The gun lowers to my side because my hands are shaking so badly.
“That’s a good girl.” Linc smiles at me.
“I like that idea.” Sin’s father nods. “With the safety on, of course. We already know the whore likes it, don’t want her to get too excited and accidently kill herself.”
“Of course,” Linc agrees, taking a step toward me.
Swallowing, I lift my chin, taking in a deep breath. “Like my father killed himself.”
They both stiffen, looking back and forth between each other. “What happened to your father was—”
“You murdered him,” I growl through gritted teeth, interrupting Linc.
“This bitch is crazier than I thought.” Sin’s father laughs at me.
But Linc? He looks happy about what I said. Proud, even. “Your father was too weak of a man to get the job done.” Linc steps closer to me, farther into the kitchen. “Just like you’re a weak, pathetic cunt. But don’t worry, we’ll finish you off as well.”
He truly thinks my father is dead, which tells me he didn’t know he had a twin. I lift the gun, pointing it at Linc once more, tightening my sweaty hands around it. “My father isn’t dead.”
Linc throws his head back and the sound of his laugh fills the kitchen, but Sin’s father just stares at me. “Fuck, what are you on right now?” Linc asks, still cackling at the fact that he thinks I’m crazy. “It must be some good shit.”
“Tell him, Liam.” I look to Sin’s father. “Tell Linc that my father isn’t dead.”
Linc turns to face him, and his laughter starts to die down. “What the fuck is she rambling on about?” he demands when he sees Liam glaring at me.
“She’s an addict.” He finally looks away from me to face Linc. “A fucking whore who spreads her legs for dick and drugs. She’s delusional.” His voice rises. “Making shit up. He’s been dead for nine years. She’s a bitch with daddy issues.”
Linc turns back to me. “Is that the problem, Elli? Huh? Do you miss having a daddy?”
By the way he said daddy, I know he means James. I swallow the bile that rises at the thought of him. At what I allowed James and Linc to do to me in his office that day.
“Hand me the gun.” Linc reaches out to me, getting tired of our conversation. “Get on your fucking knees and open that mouth. I want to see you choke on the gun before you come all over it.” Stepping forward, he closes the space between us, and I pull the trigger back.
Bang.
“FUCK!” he screams, grabbing his right arm.
My ears ring and my heart is now pounding as I watch him stumble back. I meant to shoot him in the face, but I missed. The only experience I have with a gun was when Sin used it on me. Sucking in a deep breath, I step back even farther into the kitchen to put more distance between us now.
Blood soaks into his white rolled-up sleeve and down his arm onto the floor. “You’re not touching me,” I say, my voice shaky. “Not this time. Not anymore.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
SIN
I WALK UP behind my father and Linc, my gun raised at the back of my father’s head. “Hello, Dad.”
He spins around, face turning white when his eyes meet mine. “Easton—what the hell are you doing?”
“Protecting my wife.”
His jaw sharpens. “What the fuck is going on?”
“We set you up,” I say honestly, getting to the point of his visit. “Today in your study. Our conversation, my plans with Amelia. All a lie.” Well, my phone call with Amelia was real. I called her and canceled last minute this evening. She hung up on me. I hope that means she gives up on us being together.
“What?” Linc cries, his hand still on his bleeding arm, and he kicks out a barstool to sit down. “I don’t understand.”
Looking over at my wife, I see her still holding the gun at Linc. It shakes in her hands, but she’s watching him like a hawk. I wasn’t one hundred percent on board with this idea. I felt too much could go wrong, but her father reminded me that we’d both be here watching over her. I figured my father would call and warn Linc of my plans for tonight, leaving Elli alone and vulnerable, but I didn’t expect my father to come with him. Two for one.
“What do you mean your wife?” my father snaps, as if his brain is slow at processing the situation he’s found himself in.
“We’ve been married for weeks,” Elli states, lifting her chin. I’ve never been prouder of her.
Linc softly cries, “Shit.”
“Shit is right, you son of a bitch.” I push the end of my barrel into the back of his head. “You fucked my wife in her bedroom. And you know what happens to a Lord who touches a Lady that doesn’t belong to him?”
He whimpers and I smile.
“Just wait…” my father snaps. “Just wait a second. I didn’t sign off on you marrying this fucking whore.”
I slam the gun into the side of his head, knocking him to his knees. “I didn’t need your permission,” I growl.
“Laura wanted her to marry him,” Linc states, watching my father get to his feet, blood now running down his face. “You said no.”
“I didn’t want him marrying her,” he snaps at Linc.