Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 389

KESTER.

Nine hours. That’s all I got. And I had to use it wisely.

Two hours flying back home and heading for my bunker.

One hour for Kex.

Forty–five minutes tops for Nagel.

Thirty–five for the piece of shit who took the video. The one who thought recording my mate’s pain was good entertainment.

Twenty–five for the son of a bitch who was the standby audience. Yeah. The one who stood by and watched, probably with a grin and a hard–on, while my mate was almost defiled. Maybe he got off on it. And now I’ll make him see every inch of hell.

Forty minutes to head back home, take a shower, and pack up everything Mine will need when she wakes up. Her favorite hoodie, her sleepy socks, the snacks she likes to eat when she’s too stubborn to admit she’s hungry. Every fucking thing she loves. I’m putting it in her hospital room.

Then two hours to get my bloody, smoke–drenched ass back to the hospital, clean–shaven and standing right by her bed, to be there when she opens her eyes. Because she won’t open them to just anyone. It has to be me.

It will be me.

The doctor said she’ll be out for nine hours. That’s enough time for me to serve death on ice and lick the spoon.

I should be back in less than eight hours.

Didn’t think Judgment Day would come

one last show, then I could finally start therapy. Didn’t want

boring session, in a boring office, probably with a bald–headed man and some funny glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose, he’d tell me all the wrong ways –

castrate myself with a plastic spoon than

my fine

me that all this pain is a

where

Funny.

a fucking gift box if I ever let myself make such a mistake of letting therapy talk me out of such

This isn’t healing.

This is war.

get

fix what’s broken with peace and forgiveness. You burn what broke you. You piss on the ashes. You remind the world not to

That’s how it’s done.

cure I believe in, I still took that bold step… Fees paid in full for six

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for her. This therapy is what shed want. But I’m only giving it six months. That’s

muttered to Norlan as I killed the

this for the world,” he scoffed, ‘Gutting down the men who hurt our Luna?

Our Luna.

Goddamn.

just twist inside

hated the way that sounded, because