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▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 We took Tate and left Bastillo to stew in whatever mess he calls a conscience.But before I got in the car, I made a call.“Tail the sheriff,” I told Aaron, one of my wolves I trusted with things that mattered. “If he so much as drives to the next county, I want to know. I don’t care if he’s getting fast food—call me.”Then I hung up and turned back to Tate, who was still coughing, still weak, still trying to act like he hadn’t nearly been choked out by a madman with a badge. We didn’t give him time to recover. I grabbed one arm, Vanessa took the other, and we hauled him to my car like the sack of shit he was.We shoved him in the trunk. No ceremony. No seatbelt. Just a solid slam of metal on metal, and the kind of silence that made it clear he wasn’t going to enjoy the ride.I drove.Out of Dusty Creek. Past the dead fields, the broken fences, and the ghost-town gas station no one dared stop at anymore. The roads felt long, stretched with tension and the promi

★。＼｜／。★VANESSA DAVIS★。／｜＼。★I hate how quiet Colton gets when he's scared.Not afraid for himself. Never that. But for me—when the fear creeps in and he can’t control it, he goes silent, jaw tight and hands clenched like he's trying to crush the fear right out of his bones.We were still in Abel’s house, Tate locked up downstairs in the cellar like the rat he was. The air in the room was heavy with tension, thicker than the heat outside. Colton stood by the window, back turned, arms folded across his chest, watching the wind move through the fields as if it might answer him.His father had left to do some work around the farm, he said he’d be sending Curtis to keep an eye on the house. So now I’ve come up with a plan to handle Alina, but for that, I need Colton to accept my decision. I cleared my throat, stepping forward with purpose, but my voice was steady. “I’m going to her.”His shoulders tensed. He didn’t turn around. “No.”“I’m not asking.” I folded my arms under my breast.

★。＼｜／。★VANESSA DAVIS★。／｜＼。★Alina came back from the kitchen, looked at me then at the hallway briefly. She glanced towards the windows and then back at me. The house wasn’t small, but it felt like if i stayed in here longer I’d get an infection. They definitely don’t live here. Alina stood at the center of the living room like she owned every breath in the air. It took like fifteen minutes. Well it’s her house. Maybe she did own every breath, in her own mind. Her eyes flicked over me, measuring, reading. She hadn’t stopped smiling since she opened the door — a practiced smile, pleasant on the outside, but holding something venomous underneath. Her eyes finally seemed to register that her standing there made her look like a huge creep. “I’ll be right back,” she said, brushing a loose wave of hair over her shoulder. “You’re going to want a drink for this conversation. I’ll be right back.”Before I could object, she was already moving toward the kitchen — hips swaying, silk robe tra

★。＼｜／。★VANESSA DAVIS★。／｜＼。★I barely flinched at Alina’s venom. Her words tried to claw beneath my skin, but I didn’t let them. I kept writing, scribbling lies wrapped in truth as she unraveled herself across the living room. Her voice had become sharper, brittle and cutting, like a thread stretched too thin.“Then you arrived,” she spat, leaning forward now, her fingers clenched tightly around the armrest of her chair. “Just like me. A city girl who didn’t like the countryside—only you... you made his heart flutter. And then it occurred to me. Getting rid of you would be the one thing that would hurt Colton. And I’d take a bullet to the head first before I let him live happily with you when he rejected me.”The moment hung in the air like a guillotine suspended above my neck.That’s when I heard it.A breath. A shuffle. Too close. Too wrong.From behind me, just slightly to the right, came the sound of movement—a calculated, silent lurch toward me. My body reacted before my brain c

▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 Alina had been far too chatty since we dragged her down into the cellar beneath my father’s house—the same cellar where Tate, the twins, and that mangy idiot she sent to break into my home were now locked up too. The space wasn’t much. Cold, dark, and unforgiving—like the consequences of the choices that brought them here. And despite the chain around her ankle and the healing gash across her temple, Alina still carried that arrogant tilt to her chin. Like she hadn’t lost.But she had. She just didn’t know how to admit it yet.I stood at the top of the cellar stairs for a moment longer than I needed to, one hand gripping the old wooden banister while the other adjusted the sleeves of the fresh shirt I’d thrown on. My clothes were ruined in the scuffle—muddy, torn, and blood-streaked when I'd shifted to follow Vanessa's car. So I’d taken a detour upstairs after the dragging Alina here and put on something cleaner. Something of my father's. Fitting, maybe, consid