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And now he’s going to try to use ainst them somehow

“Why do you hate them so much?”

It’s a stupid question,on here And I need , and forunder water

Carson lance with the dark-haired man who still stands in front of my chair, then looks back at me

“I think the bigger question is, why don’t you hate them at all?” He narrows his eyes “Co you Itabs on you, but until recently…” He whistles “I had no idea how fucking obsessed he was How deep that shit goes”

“So what?” I pull a little against ht My ankles are taped to the legs of the chair too, so I can’t kick him in the face I can’t run I can’t move “Why do you care?”

“Well, I don’t” He shrugs “Not about you But I care about what they care about, because that gives e over them, you understand?”

“No”

“Yeah” His grin widens “I figured you wouldn’t They really didn’t tell you shit, did they?”

“About what?” Panic is finally starting to really set in as the fogginess in er at the way he’s obviously enjoying toying with me

Instead of answering ain He reaches behind hiun into the waistband of his pants just like his friend, and then he digs into his back pocket for so

I flinch when his hand reappears, but all he’s holding is a photograph I can’t see what it’s of, but the back of the photo paper looks a little wrinkled and bent, sort of like the picture I carry with me of me and my brother

“You picked the wrong side, Ayla,” he says in a grave tone “I knohat you did for Marcus How you saved his life Took three fucking bullets for him Almost died for him But you really shouldn’t have You really shouldn’t have trusted hiray eyes narrow “Did he ever tell you what happened that night? Why someone wanted to kill him?”

“No” My tongue feels thick I asked Marcus that the first time I ever spoke to him, and he refused to answer As he continued to invade my life, I learned more and more about him—but I never learned that

“Right Of course he wouldn’t”