Chapter 8

"All of this was Yana's idea. I swear it had nothing to do with me! Maverick, please forgive me!" Upon hearing Andrew shift the blame onto her, Yana no longer pretended to be sick. She leapt off the bed and began to pummel him with her fists. His leg was broken, but Andrew's strength hadn't waned. He seized Yana by the hair and smashed her to the ground. They were at each other's throats in a heartbeat—fists flying and curses pouring out. Every filthy deed they'd ever committed came spilling out for all to hear. Each was determined to smear the other with every last bit of dirt. With every word, despair sank its claws deeper into Maverick. It felt like a jagged blade was being driven straight through his heart. The pain was so sharp, it tore a strangled sob from his throat. Three years. All along, it was Constance he had truly loved—and she had endured everything to conceive. Consumed by agony, Maverick roared and fired several shots in a frenzy. His men burst in—only to fre