Vincent POV
“I’ll make it simple for you. One or two. Pick one.”
The man holding the gun smirked. “We don’t have all day.”
I turned to my father. Fear was clawing inside me. He would stop this.
He had to stop this.
But then, he spoke.
“One.”
And in that moment, my world burned.
BAM!
The gunshot rang through my head, yanking me out of the nightmare I had seen a thousand times. The soft breath against my naked chest made me feel relaxed and warm.
Brown.
She was caged in my arms, exactly where she belonged.
Her breath snagged over my skin, her legs tangled with mine, her warmth seeping into me like an addiction I’d never escape. I held her tighter. I didn’t know how to hold it gently. I didn’t know how to care without possessing, without owning.
Her skin was warm, delicate, too d
