Thorn shakes his head, his heavy boots clomping throughout the marble flooring. He leans on the desk, closing the space between himself and Haven’s father.

“I’m not right here to hurt you. I’m right here to let you know one thing.”

Salman nods, clutching the papers he’s holding to his chest.

Thorn stands, rising to his full peak, and Salman watches with true terror in his eyes. My brother likes to toy together with his targets, and on this case, that’s doubtless to assist the end result.

Thorn walks across the desk and involves a cease behind Salman, inserting his arms on the highest of the person’s chair. “How a lot do you get pleasure from respiration?” Thorn asks.

I can see Salman shake from the place I’m sitting.

“Loads.”

“I assumed so.” Thorn swings the person’s chair round in order that he’s dealing with him. As Thorn kneels, the sound of Salman’s quickly beating coronary heart is barely regarding. Fortunately, Thorn appears to select up on this as he says, “Settle down. I simply need you to hear.”

Salman blows out a breath, nodding, and his heartbeat slows a bit.

“Good,” Thorn says. “Think about me the ghost of Christmas future, or no matter bullshit vacation you rejoice with household.”

“We-we’re not non secular.”

“Then faux, ’kay?”

Salman nods. “Okay.”

“Wouldn’t you fairly have a united household once more? One the place there’s love and concord?”

Salman appears to be like uncertain. “Nicely, sure, however—”

“No,” Thorn interrupts. “No buts. Search your coronary heart. What do you really need?”

Haven’s father scrunches his forehead, as if resisting the reply inside himself. Thorn is affected person however has his intimidating gaze mounted on Salman’s face. The one particular person higher than Yves at compelling individuals is Thorn.

Salman locations his hand on his chest, squeezing his eyes. “I’ve no selection.”

“There are all the time decisions,” Thorn says.

“No. My brother…” He snaps his mouth shut, however seems to battle to remain quiet.

Rattling, Thorn is sweet.

“What about your brother?” Salman tries to look away, however Thorn grips his chin. “Inform me.”

“I’m afraid of what he’ll do if we lose the corporate to Haven.”

“Which brother?” Thorn asks, glancing at me by means of the open window.

“Joe,” he solutions, clearly struggling in opposition to Thorn’s compulsion.

Precisely as I assumed.

“I see,” Thorn says. “Let me offer you a brand new selection, Salman.”

Haven’s father appears to be like completely terrified at this level.

“See, Haven is protected now. So you’ve gotten a selection about whose aspect you’re gonna decide. Your brother’s or your individual son’s.”

“However…” Salman flinches as if being hit by one thing invisible. “I’ll be ruined.”

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