↳ 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑 ー 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘

𝐗𝐕𝐈 ー 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧

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"Oh just shut the fuck up! Stop bringing up the past and for the last time, stop telling me what I can and can't do. One more word from your mouth and I'll end you," he growls viciously.

Puzzled, Kaden wanders down the stairs. "The hell is going on?" He looks between the enraged couple.

"I cannot stand this anymore!" Sierra throws her hands in the air. "I'm tired of this and I'm tired of him. I'm not living under the same roof as him anymore, I'm done."

"Finally. Pack your things and get the fuck out." He grabs her bag and hurls it into the front door with a resounding bang. "Better take that kid of yours too."

"Is that a threat?"

"Yeah." Grayson steps closer. "It is." He then looks to his brother. "Either throw her out or I'll do it myself. Though there are easier ways to get rid of her."

Tongue tucked against the inside of her cheek, she removes the knife from under her waistband and aims it out of blind anger. It's unsurprising that her wrist gets caught in his large hand which he harshly twists to the side.

The back of his free hand connects to her cheek with enough force to send her stumbling backwards. Skin stinging, her lips part as he flips the knife and stares her down.

"Stop. Both of you."

A gun appears in her hand once he steps nearer. A hard shove to his chest to create some distance before she pulls the trigger without another thought. For a moment the rage melts from his face as he drops his head, viewing the crimson seeping through the fabric of his shirt.

Breaths shallow, the knife slips from his fingers as he slumps against the wall. Kaden is already kneeling beside him to apply pressure to his stomach. Eyes wide and brows furrowed.

"You've been through this before you'll be okay." He presses against his abdomen which elicits a faint grunt from him. "Breathe."

Sierra stares at the gun in a state of horror, but when reverting back to the wounded man, only fury burns within her eyes. Kaden catches her raising the weapon again and strides closer to direct the bullet at the ceiling.

One hand clamped around her wrist, the other curls around her neck to roughly guide her back against the windows. Knowing his grip will soon tighten, she drives her knee into his groin, creating enough distance to steady her aim and take the shot.

His body stiffens like a statue, gaze fearfully drifting to his brother's body. A sea of hot red stains his skin and pools across the floor. Grey eyes frozen open with a bullet hole smoking between them.

She slowly faces the devastated man. Heart skipping a beat when he meets her gaze. Instinctively she retreats, pushing out an airy grunt when he forces her into the window with a dull thump. The air escapes her lungs before she can properly catch her breath.

The gun is torn from her grasp and strewn across the floor. The hand around her throat lifting her feet off the floor and tightening until black spots invade her blurred vision. Legs kicking and nails clawing at his wrist. He grits his teeth, staring at her with contempt. Eyes icy like the day they first met.

With a booming growl he tosses her across the floor, watching her roll uncontrollably until her back hits the table leg. Wheezing in a struggled attempt to regain oxygen, she feebly drags her weight across the floor.