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“I find it funny that the two of you talk so tough when you are in no position to do so. If I do not get word to the man on the other side of that screen by the designated time, he will begin removing pieces of your friend. He’ll start by taking his toes, one by one, before moving his way upward.” “I don’t know anything about a book,” Cutter said defiantly. “And I say you’re lying. You have twenty-four hours to bring it to me or Warthog is dead, and you can look forward to finding pieces of him in your mailbox throughout the year.” “It’s the gift that keeps on giving,” Crush said, smirking. I went to hand him back the tablet but dropped it on the ground just before it reached his oversized h

With one loud crash. Everything goes black.

Better end this now. I go faster, so fast it starts to move in slow motion. I grip its purplish face in my fist and crush it, squashing it like a lemon and then I methodically chop it up. Even the chopped tentacles continue to attack, until I have crushed its skull to bits and punched out its reinforced heart. Finally it lies dead at my feet. To my surprise, all of it starts to disintegrate. Instinctively, I dig my claws into the heart and hold on. The skull, blood, tentacles all disappear as I watch, all except the heart in my fist.

But in times like this I’m glad I trained to be a warrior and not a damn politician. Crush goes into pure beast mode and bucks off the wolf, then turns on a dime and sinks his canines right into his belly. He yelps as we jerk back with a mouthful of guts and toss them like they’re nothing. The enemy goes down with a hard thud and begins shifting back, but we’re already onto another. Our once peaceful campsite is now a sea of growls, hair, teeth and blood.

she’d said, "they mean I can forgive you sixty-six times. But if they ever run out, I'm leaving." I had kissed her. I had promised her. "They'll never run out," I'd sworn. "I will never give you a reason to use them." But this past year, I had dismissed her pain, again and again. "It's just a crystal. Crush it." "There are plenty more where that came from." "Feeling hurt? Crush another one. It's what they're for." I thought they were infinite. I thought she was infinite. But now, sixty-six chances had turned to dust. And I hadn’t even noticed they were dwindling.

The gun Alan was holding fell to the floor. Alan was not to be outdone. He punched Laird in the stomach. They struggled against the side of the car. Laird slammed Alan against the car until the car shook. Again and again, they slammed each other's bodies into the side of the car. I could only scream in alarm when I saw Laird hitting Alan. But things turned around again. Alan lunged Laird into the wall. He slammed Laird's body into the wall with all his weight. Laird groaned as his stomach was crushed.

I have been given that so often they don’t crush me like they did at first. “Now I know you aren’t my mate.” Dread swells inside. I can feel her slipping through my fingers as we speak. All I want is to hold her tight, to make her believe me. She continues each word spewed more cruel than the last. “He would never treat me this way and be so crass.” She chucks my phone at me. “Keep your filthy pictures. I’m never going to let you touch me again! If you so much as even look at my pussy, I’ll slice your dick into little pieces and feed it to the rogues.” She snarls, snatching the clothes from the bed to get dressed. Her hurtful words crush what is left of my heart. The good inside me that only

***Scarlett*** James ducked, dodging the incoming punch with a speed nearing that of lightening. His feet smashed into the man’s chest. The cracking sound gave way to a terrifying groan. The second guy runs to his friend’s rescue but James was too fast and didn’t grant him that privilege. “If you had listened to me. Your friend wouldn’t have ended up with broken ribs.” James snapped his neck so effortlessly that I began to wonder if he snaps necks every day.