Panic replaces the shock on Jace’s options.

And dread replaces the shock clanging by way of my very own soul.

“Jace Hunter,” my father growls. “I employed you to guard my daughter. And as an alternative, you… you…” His face is crimson and his voice is shaking with anger as he stares at Jace as if he desires to homicide him. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”

Then he lunges for a kitchen knife.

38

JACE

He didn’t kill me. However I want he had. As a result of now, I’ve not solely misplaced my solely probability to decide on my very own future, I’ve additionally misplaced Kayla.

By the point I had managed to place Kayla down, pull my pants again up, and safe the knife that Trent Ashford tried to bury in my coronary heart, his bodyguards had proven up and leveled two weapons at me. I wasn’t shot. However I used to be fired and escorted out of the constructing.

I attempted to name and textual content Kayla afterwards, however she by no means replied. In all probability as a result of she is coping with the fallout from this entire mess. Or perhaps she hates me now. As a result of what I do know is that Kayla now has a brand new bodyguard who has been given orders to shoot me on sight if I ever come inside six toes of her.

The small scrap of freedom she managed to carve out is now gone.

And so is mine. Actually, Dad nearly killed me for messing up his enterprise relationship with Trent Ashford.

So now I’m again at Blackwater College. With no freedom. No Kayla. And nobody responsible however myself.

I slam my fist into my opponent’s abdomen.

He crumples to the bottom.

I do know that the basement round me is stuffed with individuals, full of men who often present up for our underground battle membership, however I can’t see them. Can’t hear them. All I can hear is the sound of my thoughts cracking and all I can see is Kayla’s panicked face as I used to be marched out the door at gunpoint.

Dropping down, I straddle my opponent and lift my fist. Then I slam it into the aspect of his jaw.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Why did Trent Ashford have to choose that fucking day to go to? And why had been we so fucking careless? We might’ve waited till the semester was over. Then I might’ve stop my job as her bodyguard after which we might’ve began relationship. I might’ve had each Kayla and my future.

However now I’ve neither.

I’ve nothing.

With out her, every little thing is meaningless anyway.

I slam my fist down. Once more. And once more.

“I yield. Please, Hunter. I yield. Hunter. Please. I’m begging you.”

It takes one other few seconds for the phrases to register. For me to understand the place they’re coming from. Who they’re coming from.

My head is whirling like a twister.

I blink repeatedly earlier than my eyes repair on the man mendacity beneath me.

Blood trickles down from his nostril and lip. Panic and concern flash in his eyes. One hand is raised, palm up, in a present of give up. The opposite is frantically tapping the ground beside his physique. Tapping.

I stare at that hand.

Tapping.

Tapping out.

Oh fuck. How lengthy has he been making an attempt to give up? I didn’t even hear him.

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