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Isn’t he eager to hear how everything went?
I shoot another line to Seb:
How’s it going?
We’re out of the loop, and Ivy is missing.
“Come on, boss,” Callen says. “Kick back and enjoy.”
His obliviousness astounds me.
“We shouldn’t have let her go,” I say, more to myself than to him.
“She didn’t give us a choice,” Callen says. “Sure, it wasn’t the best circumstances for you to say goodbye to her, but at least we got a taste of her sweet pussy before she left for good.”
I slam my fists on the table, making the glasses vibrate.
“Don’t talk about her like that,” I warn in a low, menacing tone.
“We knew it wouldn’t be forever,” he says. “She was never going to be a Duke. We were using her, and she used us. We’re even now.”
Technically, he’s right, but also so wrong. Although I was furious to learn about Ivy’s double life, we’d all got used to having her around. Meeting Stephanie was me acting out of anger and pride. If it ever came to it, I don’t think I’d have let her return to them—would I?
Callen’s mocking laugh makes my blood boil as he continues. “This had to be your plan, right? You tried to send her back to the Killers Club.”
And they didn’t want her.
“She was our best chance of stopping the Killers Club,” I say, realising how feeble that sounds, clutching onto the straws of the broken deal. A deal I should have held onto.
I cared about Ivy, no matter how much I tried to deny it. So did Seb and Bram. Since Ivy joined us, things haven’t been the same between us, and this will change our dynamics all over again. There’d be no going back.
“We never needed her to get rid of the Killers Club,” Callen replies, letting his gigantic ego take over. “On the other hand, she was good for emptying my balls…”
That’s it.
Enough.
I see red. I jump up, knocking over the table between us. No one glances up as the glasses smash, and I dive at Callen. I grab a fistful of his t-shirt and drag him closer to me. He laughs in my face like this is what he expected.
“What are you going to do?” he sneers.
I want to punch his smug face and smash his nose into pieces. I resisted my urges last night when I watched him fuck her, but I won’t hold back now. I clench my fist and get ready to deliver a punch. Just as I’m about to hit him, I freeze before impact, realisation setting in.
What am I doing?
Who am I turning into?
I sigh and let him go. Callen readjusts his clothing and apologises to the landlord, who hadn’t even noticed our altercation.
I collapse into my seat in a dishevelled heap. My emotions are clouding my judgement. I’m supposed to be his—their—leader, but now I’m nothing. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“No hard feelings,” Callen replies. Being the target of people’s outbursts is part of his daily routine. “You know, you’re not the Duke’s leader because you’re calm all the time.”
“Are you trying to give me a pep talk?” I ask, disbelief written on my face. That’s supposed to be my job. Shit must be out of control if Callen’s stepping into a therapist’s role.
“All I’m saying is we follow you because of your principles. Because of your loyalty. Because you want to turn bad situations into something good and give us something we’ve always wanted but never had. A brotherhood. A family.”
I grunt in response, unsure how to reply.
