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Chapter 30 

There… Not only did her voice crack, but she was also cracking. 

And the way she stopped abruptly tells me she had completed stage three they start admitting things they swore they’d never say to anyone. Desperation leaks out from every pore of their flesh. By the time they reach this stage, they’re not talking to me. They’re talking to Guilt. 

And, of course, I stay still and let them dig their own grave. 

And now, she was heading to the final stage. Collapse. 

This is the kill shot. The begging. The tears. The crumbling of whatever walls they had left. They look at me like I hold their last ounce of humanity. And, guess what? I don’t even flinch when they do that. Because this is when I know I’ve won. Because now? They’ll do just anything. 

“Please…” She went on her knees, “Just kill me if you would. Or let me leave your pack, and I promise never ever to return again. I swear with my life. I can’t survive such an atmosphere. Please. I am sorry, I swear I’ll pay you every dime I owe if I don’t get back your watch. Please.” 

Those fountains of tears. I could put a cup underneath her chin, and it would fill up in less than a 

minute. 

She remained there on her knees, like gravity suddenly meant something more than science. She was heaving, snot mixing with tears, clutching the hem of that useless, soaked dress. 

My gaze dragged over her face… The way her lips quivered, the way her lashes stuck together from too many tears, the way her collarbone flexed every time a broken sob escaped her lips, like her chest was about to cave in on itself. 

Her body was small. Slender. Breakable. 

I hated how easy it would be to destroy her completely. 

But what I hated more? 

The fact that I noticed that at all. 

I finally stood up and, like a switch flipped, she shot to her feet too, like she didn’t know whether to bolt or beg again. 

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I stopped two steps from her. Close enough to smell the panic leaking off her skin, but far enough to keep her wondering what the fuck I’d do next. 

Her breath hitched. 

I didn’t say anything for a full ten seconds. 

“The watch… was the last thing my mother gave me before she died.” 

I watched the guilt dance in her eyes at the mention of my late mother. 

I took a step closer. “How much did you sell it for?” 

She blinked at me and looked away. 

“People usually prefer it when I don’t repeat a question, Eve,” I warned, standing before her with my arms folded across my chest. 

“Th–thirteen thousand.” She blurted out, and I almost laughed. 

Thirteen fucking thousand. 

I closed my eyes and breathed in and out just to calm my nerves down. 

I cocked my head. 

“Do you even know how much that watch costs?” 

She looked at me, confused and scared all at once. “No.” 

“Over two hundred thousand.” 

Her lips parted, and I saw her knees threaten to give out again. Pathetic. 

But I didn’t let her fall. I caught her slowly, almost tenderly. Just to fuck with her head a little more. 

My fingers slid around her waist with a grip that said ‘you belong to me,‘ and with the other hand, I tilted her chin up until her weak little eyes were locked on mine. 

Those fucking blue eyes. 

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“You’re collateral with a pulse. You’ll work off every fucking cent, little sister,” I said, my voice way too calm. The kind of calm that makes your skin itch. “Your soul. Your decisions. Your thoughts. Your fucking feelings. Every second of your entire life belongs to me until you pay every dime you owe me. No questions asked.” 

One more tear escaped her eye. I watched it trace her cheek like it was crawling to escape her. And for one wild second, I imagined leaning forward and dragging my tongue across it. 

“You understand that, don’t you?” I asked, tilting her face just a bit higher, forcing her to see the void behind my gaze. 

She whimpered and nodded frantically. 

“Good,” I let go of her chin and took a step back, “Now, go get some rest. Tomorrow will be a hectic day.” 

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