ZAYNE'S POV The moment I turned back toward the bed, my balance betrayed me. The floor shifted under my boots, like I was standing on a swaying boat. The injury was starting to affect my body. I clenched my jaw and kept walking anyway. I would rather tear myself apart than let her see me falter. Not her. Not this woman. “I’d rather let rats chew me alive than let you make a sound between my thighs. You’re pathetic! I hate you… I hate you!! I swear with my life I will kill you, bastard! Even if it takes years. Even if I have to crawl through hell to do it.” Her voice echoed in my head, replaying itself. I knew she was playing games with this whole memory loss. I wouldn’t underestimate Vince’s assassin doll. I wouldn’t be foolish enough to fall into that trap and let my guard down. That bitch hates me to death. Nothing could ever make her forget her hatred for me. My heart started racing in a strange way—something I hadn’t felt in a long time. She wouldn’
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