“K… Kes…” She whispered weakly, but her eyes were slowly fluttering shut.
“Fuck… Stay with me, baby… I felt hot liquid running down my cheeks as I squeezed her tighter. “I’m here. I’ve got you. I swear to you, I’ve got you, baby. Don’t go anywhere.”
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Final chapters will be dropping soon. Stay tuned.
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KESTER.
“You fucking asshole! I turned so fast my wound nearly split open again, but I didn’t care. I lunged at Saint, my voice lod enough to turn heads in the damn hallway. He stood there like a statue, hands buried in his pockets, with his expression like stone, as if none of this shit was his fault.
He didn’t even have the fucking right to be here, let alone stand like he wasn’t sorry.
The moment we arrived at the nearest hospital we could find, Kasmine had been torn from my arms and rushed into the emergency ward. She wasn’t conscious. And she was fucking bleeding from between her legs!
I tried. Fuck, I tried so many times to push into the operating room. The security, the nurses, and even one of the doctors had to hold me back. They had to go as far as threaten to walk off the case and leave my mate to die on that cold fucking table if I didn’t back down.
That was the only reason I didn’t break the door down with my bare hands.
It was after their threat that I finally let some half-assed medic treat the stab wound in my thigh. I barely felt the pain. The only thing I could feel was the ache ripping through my chest.
I was losing my goddamn mind.
If anything happens to her…
No. I couldn’t even let myself think it.
But one thing was certain.
If she didn’t make it… If I lost her… I was going to drag Saint and every single bastard responsible into hell with me. Personally.
“I warned you, didn’t I?” I stepped into Saint’s space, jabbing my finger into his chest. “Your pride. Your ego. Look where it all brought us!”
I was shaking. I could feel my hands trembling.
All I could see was red. Pure bleeding red. It covered my vision and coated my thoughts.
I clenched my fists so hard I felt the wound in my thigh throb.
I was doing all I could to contain my aggression, because at this point, I needed something… or someone… to bleed out this rage onto. Anything to get it out of my chest before I fucking exploded. And God help me it doesn’t end up being Norlan, who kept tapping my shoulders occasionally to mutter a “Kes. You need to calm down.” It already sounded like a fucking mantra to my ears, and I was bored of it already.
‘Kes…”
Say that one more fucking time, Norlan,” I growled without turning. ‘Just say it again. I dare you.”
My jaw was tight, and my heart was racing like it was trying to outrun the moment.
I didn’t break eye contact with the arrogant bastard standing in front of me. “Tell me something… I leaned forward, “Your Beta’s fucking your stepsister, isn’t he?”
There. I got a reaction. It was just a slight tick in his jaw, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared.
Norlan shifted behind me. “Kes…”
I ignored him.
“You allow shit like that in your organization? That’s the new standard?” I scoffed, shaking my head slowly like he’d just disappointed me. “Pleasure at work, huh? Or wait… Of course, what should I expect from a man who couldn’t keep his dick in his pants for two whole days? Had to fuck his staff in a client’s house like a horny teenager. That’s the leadership you’re offering now?”
Saint was just like me. And that’s what made this easy. I knew exactly where to hit him. Men like us? We profert our egos with our liver, the dAA ??O fuck about anything else. But insult our pride? Our reputation? Our control? That’s where it stings. Thurs where the wat begins
And I wanted a war.
I could see the little cracks in that blank expression he always carried like a trophy.
“Kes, stop it,” Norlan muttered behind me in a strained voice. “Not here.”
He should fucking make me stop. I dar
‘Real leadership, Saint. Real fucking leadership. I spat, stepping just a little closer, watching his pupils shrink. “You think I don’t know what men like us are made of? We live off control. Off power, Off appearances.”
I didn’t give him time to speak. Not that he
Such men didn’t explain themselves. They stewed. And I wanted to boil him.
I gave him a once-over. “But if your Beta can throw away an entire operation just for your little sister… then maybe you’re not as feared as they say. Maybe you don’t have the kind of control you claim…”
I let those words sit pretty, as my eyes wandered lazily over his face.
Or maybe… I dropped my voice and tilted my head, narrowing my eyes, she gives him more than you ever have. Or ever will
That cold expression? It shifted. A fucking violent shift. I saw rage in his eyes. He looked like a storm trying to hold itself back. His breathing became shallow, and his shoulders tensed.
Good, I was right there. I had hit a line even he would prefer not to hit.
Notlan stepped forward fast, placing a hand on my arm, “Kester. That’s enough.”
I jerked away.
*Kester Hamilton, Saint bit out through clenched teeth, desperately trying to hold onto his self-control. But, no. I wanted him to lose it. I wanted him to give me a push… Just the nudge I needed to bury my fist in his face. I desperately needed to hit someone.
“What?” I chuckled darkly, leaning in just enough to make it personal. “Don’t tell me you’ve also been dying to get a taste of her little cunt? Hm? I looked him dead in the eye. “But your best friend beat you to it? That’s gotta sting, Saint. Watching her melt for him when she barely even looks at you like a man, I bet she sees you for the monster you are.”
I clicked my tongue, slowly. “Tough fucking luck.”
“Fucking hell, Kester!” Norlan hissed, attempting to step in between us, so he could push me back. “Stop this…
Too late.
Because the moment the words left my mouth, I saw something snap. Saint’s eyes went black. And just like unleashing hell and all its fury, Saint Rollins hit me. A punch straight to my face.
Exactly what I wanted.
I stumbled half a step back, tasted iron on my tongue, and smiled like a fucking lunatic. “That’s it,” I said, grinning through the sting. “There’s the real you I’d been waiting for.”
I never knew there was something that could crack the bastard up. Let alone a woman… Who says there were rare men with no weaknesses?
I didn’t wait for another second to pass me by.
I fucking swung.
My fist collided with his jaw, and he staggered half a step back.
Saint didn’t say a word. He just straightened, wiped the blood from his lip with the back of his hand… and cracked his neck like he was finally being given permission to breathe.
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