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She flinches as if I slapped her. “Fuck you.”

“I told you to watch your mouth,” I remind her quietly, taking another step forward. There are only two steps between us now, and I relish the way her breath hitches at my proximity. “Do you know what happens to little girls like you when they push boundaries?”

“Do you think I care?” Fiora crosses her arms over her chest. “If you won’t help me, I’ll just ask Marco.”

Oh, so she’stryingto piss me off, and doing a damn good job of it. Mentioning another man in my damn office? I clench my jaw to try to contain my fury. I don’t know what she’s playing at, but my patience only goes so far. If she keeps pressing my buttons, she’ll be bent over that chair before she can blink, my handprints on her ass to remind her that she’s mine.

“Who the fuck is Marco?” I set my hands on my hips.

She smirks, pretty red lips quirking in infuriating confidence.

“The man who should have been my husband.”

Chapter 15

Fiora

The way Braken’s face contorts in red-hot rage brings a smile to my face.

Ever since Mason’s death, I’ve lost control over my entire life.

Living in Heathens Hollow, even for the short time, has been the only taste of control I’ve ever had. And now it’s gone.

In one short week, I’ve been bound to a man to unite two families, used as a pawn as if I’m worth nothing more than that, and left out of the investigation to get justice for my brother.

Marco is the only leverage I have.

He’s the only thing stable in this whirlwind, and the only one I can trust. Everyone else is using me for what I’m good for. Marco is the one who supports me without anything in return.

He’s also the one whose ring should be on my finger, not Braken Frost’s.

The silence stretches long and heavy, but we don’t take our eyes off each other. Within those green depths, a sizzling anger burns hotter and hotter.

Good.

Bringing up Marco is a low blow, but it is worth it. Now Braken knows exactly how I feel.

When Braken answers, it sends electricity racing down my spine.

“I’ve been lenient until now, Fiora.” His words are rough and scratchy, his arms flexing so hard the veins pop out, pushing against the sprawling tattoos on his skin. “But you’re pushing your luck. I suggest you think carefully about what you’re going to say next or else there will be consequences.”

The threat doesn’t scare me. If anything, it thrills me.

A wave of heat flashes through my body at the look he gives me. Angry. Dark. Dominating. His large hands clench by his sides and for a second, I wonder what they would feel like on me. Pinning me down against the couch, pulling at my hair and calling me a brat. My pussy clenches at the thought before I bury it deep inside me.

What am I even thinking? The minute I let his dick hypnotize me, it’s all over. He’ll have the upper hand.

“He can get information from the inside,” I offer after quick consideration.

Braken looks even more pissed off, tilting his head at me like I’m a bratty child. “So, he’s a cop.”

Shit.He got that just from one sentence? I need to be more careful.

“He works for us. He’ll do whatever we ask.”

“And if I ask him to fuck off?” An emotionless smirk rises to Braken’s face. “You won’t be meeting any other men, Fiora.”

“Oh?” I stand up straighter. “Even if it can help you?”