Sequel to The Family I Hate.
COMPLETE ✅
You gotta read that book first or this will make no sense.
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"You're alive...." he whispered, his eyes holding unshed tears and sadness.
"Yes I am." I coldly say and...
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"They found Alana!" Jason yelled again when no one moved.
I jumped into motion. I sat up instantly and jumped off the bed, Ignoring the harsh pounding in my head.
"Woah where the hell do you think you're going? You need rest!" Mason protested.
"Torturing the b- female dog who hurt my baby is more important than a fricking head injury, dear brother." I huffed and started walking out.
"Okay wait. I know you want to do worse than kill her right now and I get how you feel. I would react the same way if someone did that kind of shit to you. But right now, you've got a concussion and there's no way anyone of us would let you leave with a concussion-" I stared at him with a blank face.
"-Jesus Christ Vincent back me up here man!" I'm pretty sure my eyebrows reached my hairline when I heard Mason whine.
Mason.
Mason. Whined.
The ever emotionless Mason.
Geez we get it.
Whatever.
"He's right little angel." Vincent stared at me in concern.
"Nah fu-frick that I'm going." I shrugged and pushed past them.
"Where is she?" I asked once I was out of the room, ignoring everyone.
I wouldn't be bothered if it was me who she attacked. Nah my men would be enough.
But she went after Rowan. The most important little human in my life. Now her fate was going to be decided by the devil herself.
Death? No. I won't give her death.
I'll do much worse. I grinned as I felt the monster in me coming out.
I'll break her.... emotionally, mentally and of course, physically. I knew exactly how to do that.
"Fifth floor. Torture chambers." Jason answers, looking giddy.
