Black Heart (Cursed Hearts #1)(91)

“That was easy,” she murmured, more than a little confused as she shot a look over her shoulder at Aidan to make sure that he was still distracted, but he wasn’t there.

She didn’t know what was going on and she wasn’t about to waste precious time trying to figure it out. They could be back at any moment and she needed to be out the door and heading down the stairs before that happened.

Realizing that all they’d need to do to return her to this room was to lay their hands on her had her moving quickly. She threw open the door, half-expecting someone to be waiting on the other side to grab her. When she didn’t see anyone, she bolted out the door, hoping that her luck would hold.

All she wanted to do was get close enough to Tristan so that she could talk some sense into him. If that didn’t work, then she’d use the chokehold on him that her father had taught her in the second grade when some large fourth grade girl kept pushing her off the swings and stealing her turn. It had worked like a dream back then and she hoped that it was just as effective this time. This was her only shot and she wasn’t about to blow it. Well, not again.

This time she was going to…..going to……

Why was Tristan calling someone a bitch and telling him to man up?

Chapter 35

“Fucking do it!”

“If ye would shut the f**k up I might be able ta!” Finn snapped back, his focus never shifted away from where his hand laid on Tristan’s chest.

Tristan ground his teeth shut as he waited for it to happen. Any second now it would be over. The pain would be gone, the f**king stress from waiting for this bullshit to be over with and hopefully the agony of knowing that he would never see Marty again would be gone.

This needed to end and now. Deciding to take himself out of the game was hard enough, but the way that each and every one of his so called brothers kept wimping out on him and prolonging this was f**king torture. He didn’t want to do this, didn’t want to walk away from Marty and their child, but he had to do it. If his being around was a factor in triggering their deaths, then he had to be taken out of the situation.

It was supposed to be quick. One pull and everything should have been over, but ten minutes of bitching later and he was still standing here waiting for someone to grow the balls to do it. When Finn shot a nervous look over to Liam, Tristan knew that this whole thing was about to take a lot longer than any of them had expected.

“Just do it,” Tristan bit out through clenched teeth as he reached up with his good hand and placed it over the one Finn still had pressed against his chest.

“I’m trying!” But they both knew that he wasn’t going to do it. He had that same expression on his face that every man before him had just before they’d stepped back, made up some bullshit excuse and told someone else to do it. Now the only problem was that there was no one else left to do it.

“Try harder,” he ground out, willing Finn to do it and end his suffering.

The pain from knowing that he would never see Marty again was surprisingly more brutal than his f**ked up shoulder and that had him seeing black spots and struggling not to give into his shaky legs and drop to the ground. He knew that if he gave into the pain that they’d use it as an excuse not to do this and he desperately needed them to do this.

He couldn’t stomach the idea of Marty or their baby suffering. He didn’t want to keep putting her through this hell and he didn’t want her life shortened because of him. He wanted her to go on and enjoy her life, raise their son and if she had to come back again, he wanted her to have a chance at being happy, growing old and-

“This ends now,” Marty said, shoving Finn’s hand away as she smoothly stepped in front of him. Looking relieved, Finn quickly retreated away.

“Go back upstairs,” he ordered, looking anywhere but at her, knowing that one look at her would probably break him and have him doing anything to stay with her even if it was only for one more night.

“No,” she said simply as she placed her hand on his good shoulder and shoved, taking him off guard and knocking him on his ass.

Not that it would take much right now to kick his ass, he thought as he fought against another wave of dizziness. As soon as his ass hit the chair, Marty was climbing on his lap, looking pissed and determined.

“Get off,” he said, his voice sounding hollow as he struggled to stay with it.

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” she said dryly as she settled more comfortably on his lap.

“Maybe we should leave the room and give these two some privacy,” Shayne, the f**king coward, said, already making a quick retreat for the door.

He’d been the first one to back out of doing what needed to be done, sprouting some bullshit about not being able to do it, because it would damage his video game playing hand. It hadn’t exactly surprised him that after all these years of protecting him that Shayne wouldn’t be able to do anything that would hurt him, but the others didn’t have that excuse.

They’d come here specifically to take him out of the game and should have been able to do it without any problems. When Shayne wimped out on him, he’d expected Liam, who’d stepped up next, to get the job done. After five of the longest minutes of his life, Liam backed up, shot him a glare and flipped him off when Tristan called him a f**king pu**y, and gestured for Declean to take a shot at it.

“Put her back in her room and let’s finish this,” Tristan demanded, needing her out of the room before he lost his nerve to do this.