Page 133 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

“Yeah.” My chest tightens, my heart crashing violently beneath my rib cage as I whisper, “But he saved me too.”

Hours pass and nothing.

Tally, Liv, and Raine have stayed with me, trying to distract me while their boyfriends are off trying to distract my boyfriend.

The letter disinheriting Elliot from the Eaton estate—the family—taunts me from the coffee table.

I want to burn the damn thing. Shred it into little pieces and post it back to Johnathon Eaton with a letter of my own.

But I know this is not my battle to fight, and all I can do is wait.

“Anything?” I ask Tally as she scrolls on her phone.

“Oak said they won’t be long.”

Long?

It’s been hours.

I stand up, pacing, gnawing the end of my thumb because I hate this.

I hate it.

“You should have a smoke or a drink. Try to relax,” Raine suggests.

“I…. No. I want a clear head for when he gets back.”

“You know, it might be better if you’re not here,” Liv says, the pity in her eyes gutting me.

“I’m staying.”

“Abs, I’m just saying?—”

“I’m staying.”

“Okay.” She holds up her hands.

Silence falls over the four of us again as I continue to pace, wondering where they are and what they’re doing.

When I finally hear a car pull up outside of the Chapel, I freeze, fear like I’ve never known plunking in my stomach.

And then he’s there, standing in the doorway, dried blood on his knuckles, a nasty looking cut in his lip.

“What—”

“You said she wasn’t here,” he fumes, cutting Oakley with a look that could kill.

“I lied. Get over it.”

The floor goes from under me, but I stand my ground, refusing to let him push me away because his father is an evil prick.

“You should go.” Elliot pins me with a dark look.

“No.”

“I mean it, Bancroft. I can’t deal with this right now.”

Me.

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