Chapter 87

Madeleine stared at Clinton, her face pale with fear, voice trembling. "Please… don't hurt my brother…" "I told you," Clinton's voice was low, dangerous as he yanked her closer, gripping her chin tightly, "if you don't behave, the people around you suffer for it. Now pay attention." "You're a bastard, Clinton…" Madeleine's voice shook as she tried to speak. "You can't touch him. Beckett… Beckett said he'd protect me." She threw out Beckett's name like a last straw, hoping it'd make Clinton back down. But it only pissed him off more. "You really are pathetic." Clinton dragged her into a nearby shed, his tone dripping with disdain. "You slept with my brother too?" Madeleine bit down hard on her lip, her eyes filled with hate as she glared at him. "You don't have the right to ask me that." "I don't?" Clinton scoffed, his voice full of mockery. "How low can you go, Madeleine?" He yanked at her clothes violently. "Biggest regret of my life? Not touching you when I had the chance." She tremb