Chapter 68

As his lips clenched in rage, Tristan shifted his hand to tug her hair. "Even if I were to lose this fight and die...at least I will die a happy death knowing that I've taken something precious away from Marcus just as he did to me." The anger in his eyes was more immense than before as he wrapped his hand around her neck, squeezing the life out of her.
Her lips trembled, and blood immediately rose up her throat. She blinked furiously to stay conscious. She couldn't die like this, not now. It was then she realized how badly she wanted to keep her baby, to hold and carry her child in her arms. She couldn't do that if she died.
She knew she had to take matters into her own hands. Her eyes darted down to Tristan's pants and caught sight of the pistol in his holster.