Page 37 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

It was wrong of me to hope that she might have come, had a few drinks, and let go a little. But I couldn’t help it. I need something to fucking latch onto here or I’m going to completely fucking drown.

“You can do that Saturday night,” Reese points out.

“No, we’re doing it tomorrow night.”

Without waiting for another word from her boyfriend she marches off through the dining room with her head held high and her school skirt swishing back and forth.

“The fuck?” Reese barks, sinking down in his chair.

“Right?” Oak agrees, looking utterly mortified.

“Nah, man,” Theo says, focusing on Oak. “You’re looking at this all wrong. If the girls aren’t there, you won’t have to watch Reese touch up your sister all night.”

“Fuck you,” Reese grunts. “You can’t tell me that you’re happy about partying without Raine.”

“Of fucking course I’m not, but they’ve got a point.”

Both Reese and Oak sigh. They’re friends with Abigail too. They know that the girls need this time with her, even if it comes at their expense.

Together the four of us finish eating, but it doesn’t take long for Oak and Theo to slink off in search of their girls. I expect Reese to go with them to teach Olivia a lesson for her little announcement earlier, but he doesn’t. He stays put and locks his attention on me.

“What?” I snap, not in the mood for another Reese Whitfield-Brown heart-to-heart.

“You look rough, man. Have you slept at all this week?”

I don’t respond. What’s the point? The fact he’s bringing it up means he knows the answer.

Between obsessing over Abigail and studying, I’m pretty much running on empty.

“Say whatever you want to say then fuck off,” I mutter.

“Just worried about you, bro.”

Shaking my head, I scrub my hand down my face.“No need. I’ve got everything under control.”

“Bullshit,” he scoffs. “Why don’t you try and talk to her again?”

“And say what? I can’t fix this, Reese. Why can’t you understand that?”

“Okay fine.” He sighs, clearly frustrated with me. “Talk to your father instead.”

“Oh yeah, because that will fix all my fucking problems.”

“Well, you’ve got to do something. You can’t keep up like this.”

No. He’s right. I fucking can’t. But I’ve been left with two impossible options.

Forget about Abigail and get on with my bullshit life.

Or…

Defy the orders of the man who has control over every aspect of my life and effectively sign my own death certificate.

There really is no right answer here.

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ABIGAIL

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