Mated to My Step-brother and His Best Friend

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ase... Stop.

stuck in my head for eight goddamn months,

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t, I'll make sure she regrets every single breath she took after

or years. I'll make her regret t

ere were nothing but bottom-feeders... thieves, addicts, liars, and abus

d town, Kyrie had his common sense and his heart stolen by the same woman I'd give

around twenty or thereabout, was putting on a mask

It only made her predictable. I've dealt with her type

pped her hip like he was trying to brand her with his fingers. He was groaning like she was s

way her body shook under him. Her moans were strang

and falling apart when I h

second, I'd memorized every fucking detail of her face – high cheekbones, parted plump lips, with deep, blue eyes

yanked the m

hing, and I also gave her the

panic. I closed mine, let out a breathy mo

y she

Kyrie, because, the moment I set my eyes on her, I'd kill her without even blinking, and he

. When he loves, it's all-consuming and reckless. The kind of love that could kill

tight little pussy. Perhaps he didn't get enough that night. I hope it wasn

it when they have their way. Just like the one my father had

e hard-on. Still blinded by love. And in two days, like a true fool, he was

u

h life experience get played by someone wh

on and on about how she kept him happy and

cing on t

ng had a

o feed off his last name, ou

the wedding, I'd have to

h I pulled from the dead man's shirt. It didn't matt

said into

secured," came Ky

olitions expert, had his rifle tucked tight to his shoulder, while his eyes swept every dark crevi

months... Another warehouse masking

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st wing," Kyrie murmured through

rie, flush him. Keep him running. I want to see t

passed another room wi

we dismantled human garbage

way they screamed. God, No. Because It was al

before the strike. The godlike control. The way each takedown feels like a small corre

anly, like surgeons... It made me feel l

omewhere deep inside, it feels like I'm undoing that night –

manent inside me... It was like a f

nered," K

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o the lower level, the scum we were after came into view, backpedal

stopped the mo

he began. But I shot him in the leg before

. Black tactical shirt tight against his frame, rifle in hand, and a smile barely touching his

wly as he pathetically t

tly. "No deals. You tra

n't kn

nough to knock teeth out and shatter his jaw. The satisfyi

n he stopped

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se, and sent it to one of our anonymous drop box

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