Their Forever - Chloe Kent Page 0,78

She didn't care that he could break her in half if he wanted. She went for him, with no other reason except she wanted to kill him with her bare hands.

“You shot Liam,” she cried, stumbling off the bed, banging her fists against him as she reached him, then kicking out when he tried to subdue her until he released her. “You shot him. You monster.”

“Calm down and listen to me,” he ordered but she was done taking orders from him. She flung things at him, her blood boiling because all she wanted to do was ask him why. Why he did it. And yet the answer was clear. He made people disappear. It was what he did, Liam had said. Did he come back into Liam's life, asking for a job so he could finish what he started ten years ago when he was sent to kill Liam?

She screamed until her throat was raw. That had been his intention, his mission the whole time. And now she wanted to hurt him for killing her too. For destroying her. For making her love the killer of her husband, the man she loved too.

She knew Kade had given her a little leeway. He could have taken her down in a heartbeat, but he let her fight him, subjugating her for a fraction of her actions.

Instead, he had exhausted her, reduced her to nothing as she weakly still tried to fight even though she was a rumpled, hunched mess on the floor, beaten and broken in nothing but a pair of pink panties and a bra. But her misery still raged through her. She wanted to know why he did it even though she knew the answer. She wanted to hear him say it. And she promised she would never stop asking him why.

With renewed vigor, she began her battle against him again. “You made me fall in love with you, and then you killed the man I love,” she roared as she went at him again with her bare hands.

“Say that again,” he said deathly calm, brushing aside her attempts to hurt him. But she continued. Her nails raked down his arms. When she scratched his face, drawing blood, he growled at her.

“That's enough,” he said, and controlling her, he picked her up and carried her to the St. Andrews cross. Nothing she did could have stopped him from wrapping her arms to the cross behind her. She wrangled with her restraints, writhing her body, banging against the wood.

“Stop that before you hurt yourself, or do you want me to bind your ankles too, and I don't mean together.”

She tried to fill her eyes with hatred when she looked at him, but she knew the most she could come up with was more questions. She also didn't need the extra humiliation of having her spread to the widest points of the cross. Yet the truth was, she didn't care what happened to her anymore. How could she go on living when the men she loved had turned on each other?

She closed her eyes and surrendered herself. She couldn't love Kade without Liam. She couldn't love Liam without Kade. Her heart would forever be irreparably broken.

“Say that again,” he commanded. What? That she loved him? That she loved them both, and this wasn't supposed to happen. She kept silent. What did it matter now anyway? But it did matter. She repeated the only thing running through her mind.

“I can't love Liam without you. And I can't love you without Liam,” she said softly.

Kade brushed his hand down his mouth and said nothing.

She didn't even ask him what he planned to do with her now. Was she a threat to him? She knew he had pulled the trigger. She could identify him. But again, what did it matter?

Liam was gone.

And Kade had been responsible for it.

She had stopped existing the moment he pulled that trigger as if the bullet had gone through her heart as well.

Olivia lifted her head slowly, the deadness inside sparking to life. She hadn't realized that the door to the dungeon had been left open. She charged toward Kade before he could close it.

Surely her eyes were deceiving her.

Had she conjured him out of her memory?

Was he real?

“Liam,” she whispered. He was here. He was alive. She searched his face, and he couldn't hide that discomfort he felt, or the paleness of his skin. A thick bandage wrapped around his shoulder was partially visible through the fine fabric of