Page 36 of Grumpy Billionaire Bad Boy

Ivy slams her fist onto the table. "You are two minutes,twofucking minutes, older than me." She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "I don't care who you are, what you've done, who you've killed. I am going to stab each and every one of you if you don't sit down, right now."

I walk over and grab a stack of plates, returning to the table a second later and setting them next to the brown bags. Withoutsaying a word, I sit on one of the chairs and wait for the lecture I'm about to get to begin.

Leo and August follow, August unbuttoning his suit jacket and folding it over his chair first.

"Great, glad we could all get on the same page about something for once." Ivy pulls out several Chinese takeout boxes and slides each one of us a plate. She sits on a chair and waves her arms. "Eat."

Each of us grabs a box, pops it open, and shuffles them around the table to who likes what. I pass her the carton of noodles and say, "I'm sorry, Ivy. I'm an asshole."

She looks at me, her eyes glistening. "You are an asshole."

"Glad we agree on something." Leo smacks me on the back again and digs into an egg roll.

Ivy gasps. "Seven. Is that blood on your arm?"

"Oh shit." Seven laughs. "My bad." He flicks at it like it's going to make the dried mess disappear.

I point to the bathroom. "Go wash up. You know better than that."

"It's not my fault he was a gusher." Seven huffs but stands, goes to the bathroom, and washes the rest of his crime down the drain.

"Who did you kill?" Ivy asks him when he returns.

"Uh, I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know? How can you kill someone and not know who it is?"

Seven shrugs. "No, really, I don't remember his name. Gary something, maybe."

August clears his throat. "Greg Walters."

"That's right." Seven snaps his fingers and points to August. "That's who it was."

"You're a sociopath, you know that, right?" Ivy shoves a forkful of noodles into her mouth.

"Probably." Seven eats some of his spicy chicken and I'm just glad the focus is on someone else for a change, and not me.

"What's a sociopath?" Leo asks as he gets up from the table and makes his way to the kitchen.

Ivy clears her throat like she was ready for this question, this moment. "A sociopath is someone who shows no regard for right or wrongandignores the feelings of others."

"Uh, Ivy, babe, if that's the case, I'm pretty sure we're all sociopaths." Leo returns a moment later with a soda in his grasp.

Ivy waves her finger in the air. "No, sociopaths cannot feel empathy and remorse. You might blur the lines of right and wrong, but you have feelings. Seven doesn't."

Seven clutches his chest dramatically. "I'm right here, baby sis." He laughs sharply and continues, "Ah, who am I kidding, I don't give a fuck."

"Case in point," Ivy says. "I mean, he's a psychopath, too. True Gemini nature. This is where you charm people, manipulate and use them to your advantage."

August and I sit there, quietly eating our food, and exchange a glance.

I reach for my phone, doing a quick look at the tracker and noting London's whereabouts. She's at the coffee shop she met Grace in, and has been for quite some time. If I were alone I'd pull up the surveillance feed and see exactly what she's doing, but my nosey family would want to know what I'm doing and who I'm watching.

"And what am I?" Leo asks Ivy. "I'm sure you've psychoanalyzed all of us."

"I have." Ivy grins like the Cheshire cat. She wipes at her mouth before answering him. "So, I'd say you have textbook narcissistic tendencies."

"What makes you so sure?"

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