Back then, he had rushed in recklessly, beating my stepfather without caring for his own life, and even when he was beaten down and barely breathing, he still dragged me forward without stopping.
But now all of that past felt like a bullet pressed to my forehead in this moment. While Easton held me, my stepfather broke free of my bonds and fled in a panic.
I stared hard at my stepfather’s back, bloodlust burning in my eyes.
By my ear came Easton’s soft words, “Tisha, there will be another chance.”
No. There would never be another chance.
The next moment, while Easton was not watching, I raised my gun and aimed at the enemy.
A shot rang out, and blood sprayed. Watching my stepfather fall heavily to the ground, I smiled with relief.
All those who had hurt me would never escape, and when my stepfather’s men saw me kill him, they fired at Emma, but in that instant, Easton moved.
That man died, yet in the pool of blood, Easton held Emma tight, his face twisted with pain and fear, overlapping with the boy who once shielded me as he cried, “Emma, don’t scare me, don’t scare me…”
After the fight, my body was battered and weak, and standing was only me forcing myself, but he never once saw the wounds that covered me. I stared at him and Emma, and to my surprise, my heart no longer stirred.
Then a sudden pain struck the back of my neck, and I fell at once, and before my eyes closed, I saw the hatred burning in Easton’s gaze, sending a chill through my heart.
When I woke, I was already in my own room, but unlike before, the door was locked, and when I saw the man bringing food, I let out a cold laugh.
I did not even know when it began, but all of my people had already become Easton’s men.
“Tisha, these are the dishes you like. If it is not enough, I…” This was a man I had once promoted myself to.
I looked at him coldly and asked, “Is that woman dead?”
He froze, and after a long pause, he forced the words out, “No. Easton brought in top doctors to treat her.”
He quickly tried to explain, “Easton did not mean to lock you up. After that woman gives birth, he will let you go, so please do not grow distant from him.”
That bowl of medicine had failed to end Emma’s child, which was a pity.
By locking me up like this, Easton only wanted to guard against me in every way, afraid I would kill his child or harm Emma, and at that thought, my gaze grew sharp.