Page 121 of Vicious Saint
“Big bro, please…”
“Put him on, Theory! Now.”
There’s muffled frantic voices in the background before my father greets me with a clipped, “Hello son.”
“What in the actualfuck, Dad?”
“Why didn’t you complete the four weeks?” he spits like fire. I’m impressed.
“Would you believe me if I said I missed you?”
“Saint. I have no time for your antics. You shouldn’t be home.”
“You’re right, I should be in mydorm.”
He stays quiet.
“Why the fuck would you let her in my room?”
“It was necessary.”
“The fuck it was.”
“Hendrix is your sister now, son. So whatever animosity you harbor for her, it’s time to let it go.”
“Stepsister,” I grit out. “And I’m not letting shit go.”
I’ve got my reasons for showing Hendrix some mercy, but I’m not stupid enough to tellhim. As far as my dad is concerned, my hostility toward Hendrix lies solely with his vows to her mother.
And I made damn sure of it by not letting him know she was in the room when I fucked upmymother’s piece of shit nephew.
“Precisely why I’m calling Dr. Morris to take you back to Holy Trinity.”
“I’m not going back there. I’m fine.”
“You don’t soundfine, son.”
I look down at my phone, then the broken glass on the floor. “Alright…like ninety-nine percent.”
“We can’t risk another episode. There’s too much at stake right now.”
I should inform the asshole that he already bagged Hendrix’s mom and only a bitch would expect a marriage to come without baggage, especially when it involves her husband’s kids, but I doubt insulting his new wife will tip the scales in my favor.
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing I can explain over the phone.”
Guess I was wrong…because if it was June he was afraid of hearing our convo, he wouldn’t have her close enough for me to hear her yapping in the background.
Which can only mean one other thing.
“I’ll call you on the secure line.”
“No, Saint. What I need you to do is go back to Holy Trinity, finish out your treatment, and allow your newstepsisterto stay safe in your dorm with Carlo.”
Any asshole with eyes could tell the Italian isn’t a driver.
It’s why I laughed hearing Hendrix refer to him as such.
