Page 12 of Endgame

I have no words. My jaw is locked open, shocked by the forcefulness that’s seeping from him. Not forceful in acontrolling way, but in a way that demands respect for myself.

He’s right.

“What am I doing?” I look down at myself, witnessing the mess Trevor has made inhishome. After everything he’s done, I still got on my hands and knees to clean up his mess.

Never again.

I refuse to be someone’s rag doll.

I don’t know what I was thinking.

My eyes find Callaway, hoping he can tell how sorry I am that he had to witness my downfall. Although small, it gives me the wake-up I need.

I know I don’t owe Cal an apology, but I hate that he saw that vulnerable part of me, the part I work hard to keep hidden.

He gives me time to gather my thoughts before directing him on what's next.

“We should go.” I don’t want to be here any longer.

I quickly grab the spare key and turn to look at the scattered dirt piles I left across the kitchen.

Great. Now Trevor will come home and see that I couldn’t help myself but to clean.

Callaway must read my thoughts because before I have a chance to speak up, he does the unexpected. “Yeah, we should. But first, I need to take care of something.”

Okay…

My mind explodes before me as I have the pleasure of witnessing Callaway turn his body around before kicking the large piles of dirt, sending the disgusting mess airborne through Trevor’s apartment.

Five piles of filth, to be specific.

I’m shocked; this is turning out to be a better day.

I’m smiling before I realize it’s happening.

Take that, Trevor. My thighs look fucking amazing in straps—I’ll never let another man tell me different.

After ensuring every pile of dirt has been demolished and coating some furniture nearby, Callaway turns around, shaking the dirt from his giant hands.

“That’s more like it. Now Trevor can see what it’s like to be treated like the filth he is.”

I’m stunned. My body is in complete shock as I secure the door behind us, placing the key back under the mat and following Callaway back to his Jeep.

What just happened?

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CALLAWAY

I’m doingeverything I can to fight the rage simmering through me. She’s out of her mind if she thought I would stand around and watch her lower herself to that fucker’s level.

I don’t have a clue what happened between her and the ex, nor do I care, but on the floor of a dirtbag’s space is no place for the knees of a woman. Ever.

I wouldn’t tolerate that with Navy either.

Where is the respect from these boys?

I think if I let myself look into what I’ve gathered from Dakota in the short time we’ve spent together, it’s that she’s been severely hurt.

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