slid a magazine holding what

looked like one bullet into the gun and held it up. A silencer was attached to the

barrel.

“There is now one bullet in the mag. I’m giving you one chance to pull this

trigger and put the bullet in Jared’s head. But I want you to understand that I’m not

forcing you to do this. You can refuse if you want, and I will allow it this one time.

But just know, if you take this gun and you do pull the trigger and end his life, you

start walking down an entirely new path, and there is no walking away from that.

Ever. Do you understand?”

I was suddenly having a hard time finding my breath. I looked down at the black

H&K USP 45 Tactical, and it dawned on me that I actually knew what kind of gun

Darren was holding. I knew of its excellent accuracy, the perfection of the

craftsmanship, and the fantastic reliability it garnered. I also knew it was a .45-

caliber pistol with a threaded barrel to allow the grip of the silencer.

I had never been shy around guns. I grew up around them. My dad hunted and

was an avid shooter and proud gun owner. I followed in his footsteps. When you

obtained a license to carry concealed, you had a responsibility to educate yourself

on that type of weaponry, and I made sure I was a fucking scholar in that area.

I was never afraid of guns. They were nothing to be feared. The only reason to be

afraid was when someone had their finger on the trigger and was pointing it at you.

But the presence and existence of this particular firearm wasn't what had me

alarmed; it was what the man holding it was offering me to do with it.

Darren was offering me a chance to kill someone, and not just anyonethe man

responsible for my life as it was now. The man responsible for taking me from my

family for not being able to handle rejection and placing me in a hell I never wanted

to acknowledge was real. The man responsible for not only my suffering, but also

for my loved ones’ and for countless others I didn’t even know of. The man

responsible for raping Kayla in front of my very eyes with a smile of satisfaction on

his face as she screamed. A man who had taken part in delivering so much misery

to others that I doubted one death for him would be satisfactory.

But even though he was Darren’s traitor, and traitors didn’t survive in Darren’s

world, I found it odd. Even though this man was responsible for my coming into

Darren’s ownership, he still wanted him dead. If I was to be given the opportunity

to kill him, I needed to know why I was the offeree.

“You want me to kill the man responsible for bringing me to you?” I asked. I had

to be sure this was what he wanted.

“How you came to me makes no difference. You’re mine now, and that’s all that

matters,” he answered definitely.

I looked down at the semi-automatic in his hand and went into consideration

again.

“What if I say no?”

“Then you say no, and you go back into the house and ready yourself for bed. You

will not be punished, nor will I treat you any differently. Nothing will change.”

That was it. Like it made no difference to him if I said no. Life would resume as

is.

“And if I say yes?” I asked.

“Then you say yes, and we move on to a new phase in our lives. But only if you

think you’re ready.”

Two decisions. But which one would make him happy? Which one would please

him the most?

“What do you want me to do?” I asked, hopeful he would tell me exactly what he

wanted and expected.

Darren glared at me, his tone harsh and unapologetic. “I want you to make a

fucking choice. Make a decision for yourself. You decide, Jaden, not me. Kill him or

don’t. It makes no difference to me. Jared will die either way. I just thought I’d offer

you the right of first refusal.”

My eyes went back to the gun he held in his hand. What do I do? I didn’t want to

question his motives any further. I needed to make this decision on my own, and

the thought had me conflicted as fuck.

And then the sound of gurgled laughter filled my ears again.

“Come on, Darren. You’re really going to let the little pumpkin kill me?” He

chuckled, blood coating his yellow teeth. “Surely, you can do better than that.”

My eyes turned to him, lit with instant rage at his words. How. Fucking. Dare.

He.

Soft chuckles and smiles from the men around us surrounded me, and I felt

myself coming undone, the stitches that held my restraint together slowly ripping

apart from the seams. I wanted to lash out, to fight, to maim, to full on fucking rage

until I was exhausted and satisfied, and as my body shook with fury, it became

harder and harder

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