Their Forever - Chloe Kent Page 0,76
at the same time.
She screamed Liam's name, but it was too late. The bullet ejected from Kade's gun sailed through the air and found its target.
Kade had shot Liam.
Her thoughts went around a loop, astonishing her every time.
Kade had shot Liam.
Moving on nothing but fear, she ran to Liam, John behind her. Chaos reigned around her. She was too far from him. She couldn't get to him in time as she waded through throngs of screaming people.
Liam.
Her breath was slammed out of her when she was grabbed around the waist. The pinprick of a needle stabbing her arm.
Kade.
She struggled ferociously, but he was too strong, and her head was starting to feel heavy before she completely lost consciousness.
Chapter Seventeen
She felt as light as a feather in his arms and he couldn’t stop looking at her sleeping face. He pressed his lips to her forehead and wondered if he could ever erase the haunting look she had given him before he’d shot Liam.
She wouldn’t even have known it was him if he’d been strong enough to resist looking at her. That was all it had taken. The weight of his gaze as he undressed her, as he relived the moment when he’d emptied himself inside her stunning virgin ass the same moment Liam did in her sweet pussy. Making her theirs.
One look was all it had taken for her to find him, like she did Liam.
And he had been sloppy like a fucking amateur. She wasn’t supposed to see him shoot Liam.
He opened the door of the Black Room in Liam’s house, then laid her down on the bed before he turned her over and unzipped her dress, peeling it off her body to leave her in nothing but her bra and panties.
His cock hardened at the sight of her, his body remembering how it felt wrapped inside her tightness. His hands ached to touch her. But he drew the covers over her instead. She was never going to love him and every time he touched her, made her come, emptied himself inside her, she’d hate him a little more.
She was only doing what Liam wanted and her guilt was going to kill him. He pushed aside all thoughts, clearing his mind as he locked her in the impenetrable Black Room.
He still had a job to finish.
He hadn’t wanted to answer the call when it came in the night after him and Liam had taken her. But his gut instinct had prompted him, and he’d listened to the twenty-digit code of numbers and letters, memorized it instantly before the message disintegrated as soon as it was delivered.
He’d left her supple hot body to go to his room where he opened his laptop and punched in the code. He never thought he would go back to the business again. But this time he had no choice.
He then entered the letters of his code name and put himself down as a candidate for the auction hit.
Ten years ago, he had done the same.
The target: Liam Stone.
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Groggy and drowsy, Olivia writhed on the bed beneath her. She forced her heavy eyes to open, then shut them in agony again.
Something was wrong. Something bad had happened, her subconscious kept telling her. Something had happened to Liam.
With a herculean effort, she picked herself up, slamming her hand across her mouth when she thought she might throw up. She counted to ten and took pacifying breaths, in through her nose and out of her mouth. Through the tiny slits of her eyes, she regarded her surroundings.
Everything immediately looked familiar.
She was home. In the house Liam had brought her to that first night. She was in his dungeon, the Black Room, their playroom.
She strained her eyes at the clock on the wall. It was midday and nothing made sense.
With her legs swung over the side of the bed, her hands clutching the edges of the mattress with a death hold to keep her anchored, she glanced down her body.
She remembered the dress she had worn, the pale-pink gown, hundreds of wisps of lace sewn together into a dress that swathed her body. But now it had been cast on a chair in the room, leaving her only in her panties and bra. Someone had stripped her.
Kade.
As if she had been electrocuted, her memory blitzed back into her head. Bile rose in her throat as images made themselves clearer.
Kade had shot Liam.
She didn't know if he was… if he was…
No. She refused to believe he was… he was… She