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He nodded, tears in his eyes, and I wrapped my arms around him and held him as he sobbed his heart out He sobbed and sobbed, fell asleep in my arms like a little boy Willow arrived, and I left her to deal with hied into PJ’s, and now I’ if I can remember how to breathe

I’er inside of rab the wine bottle in front of ainst the wall There is no satisfaction upon seeing it break, so I grab the glass I was drinking frorab every fucking thing I can and smash it, and I scream and scream until I’m hoarse from it, and then I scream some more

Why did this happen?

Why was my beautiful, innocent sister taken from me so cruelly?

I can’t breathe Oh god, I can’t breathe!

Chapter Twenty-Three

Stryker

When I tried to call Coral to see where she was, there was no anshich worried h this pastto my wife It would fuckin’ kill me

I called Jacob, the prospect in charge of watching over Coral He told me she’d walked to Hammer’s apart and going ho, yelling Coral's name

I screa on He said soet into the house, but she was screa bad that I ju otten intomy wife, they’d be there to end them

What I sahen I got ho as I live Jacob had booted the front door down but was standing in the hallway of the house with one hand on his head, the other covering his mouth I couldn’t believe what I saw myself My wife had smashed the house to pieces There isn’t a piece of furniture left intact The kitchen, destroyed The living room, destroyed Even the hallway is destroyed

Pictures slass of all kinds smashed, clothes strewn everywhere, papers, you na around somewhere, broken or torn

“Jesus,” Jett hisses

“Stryker, I swear, I didn’t knoas happening I thought so her I broke the door down to help her, but she screa about hating so”

I don’t answer Jacob, the kids barely twenty-one, he’s a prospect, he broke into my house to help my wife That’s all that was asked of him

“It’s all right, Jacob, you did good” Tank tells him

Coral suddenly starts yelling to God and asking him why She’s in severe pain She’s kept it all locked inside for a month Not once did she cry when she saw her sister die, not at the funeral, not after it I don’t knohat finally broke the dae her soul of this pain

I rush over to her and grab her to h the closed“Get off ofat my chest as I try to hold her “Don’t touch me!” She screams louder and walks backward away from me