Page 316 of Second Sets Omnibus
Liar.
“Good, you’re here. And shit, you’re mad as fuck,” Seger whistles, shaking his head.
Well, he’s not fucking wrong.
My face tightens as I march through the halls of West Records with murder on my mind. The entire drive here consisted of anxiety and burial plans.
First, my brothers will go. Their wife may miss them, but she’s got two more husbands to make up for their loss. RIP, West bros. It was nice knowing you.
Then, it’s my turn to murder my baby daddies. All four of them. Whatever they’ve got up their sleeve is killable. I’ll have their graves dug before they can say—River, please don’t.
“Yeah! I’m fucking fuming,” I grunt, moving past him as he catches my arm, stopping my movements in the middle of the hallway.
His green eyes dart around before he moves in, which is brave on his part. I narrow my eyes, ready to bite his nose off in retaliation.
“Riv,” he says, forcing my gaze to his. “Listen to them. Don’t just go off, okay?”
Don’t go off? No, I’m going to decimate them for leaving my program and walking away. For leaving me. They’re supposed to graduate in a few months and live their dream. Now, they’re giving it up or going somewhere else.
“In here. You’re making a spectacle,” Zepp grumbles, nodding us into the small room with the two-way mirror connected to the conference room.
The same damn room I saw them for the first time after five years of being apart. It’s like we’ve jumped in a time machine and traveled back in time to the point at which this all started.
Seger grumbles and curses under his breath, dragging me like a rag doll into the closed-off room. The door softly shuts behind us, leaving us to view the guys sitting around the conference table through the two-way mirror. My heart speeds up. I can’t fucking stand to look at them right now. I don’t knowwhat scares me more. That they didn’t talk to me about this? Or that they’re possibly leaving me?
I narrow my eyes. “Why are you so calm? If they quit, that means they’re going somewhere else. Doesn’t it?”
My eyes drift to them, finally taking in the four men who’ve come to take over my life. Again. A long time ago, I promised myself I’d never fall into their dirty trap. Or fall in love with them. It’s so hard to resist their charms when all these old feelings have resurfaced with a vengeance, begging me to be in their orbit. I wonder if this is how fated mates feel when they finally find that perfect person their soul was made for.
Whispered Words may not be magically mine, but my entire being calls out to them and pulls me into them every time. No matter how angry I am at them, I still see myself with them.
As my eyes scan over the boys, my heart pumps faster, and sweat breaks out across my skin. The last time I viewed them from this angle, they were staring at their phones and barely talking. They fucking hated each other and loathed me even more.
And now?
Kieran smiles at Rad, who softly speaks in his direction, causing Asher to laugh and turn red. Callum leans his elbow on the table with a grin, shaking his head. Whatever they’re discussing brings them so much joy.
“Go and talk to them. We’ll be right here,” Zepp murmurs, gripping my shoulder. “It’s nothing bad. In fact, it’s something we were expecting.”
“Did you guys do this on purpose?” I whisper, looking between the two of them as they once again have a rude, silent conversation.
“No,” Seger grumbles. “We’d never purposefully put you through that torture. Scouts honor,” he says, holding up two fingers.
“You’re not scouts.” I roll my eyes, staring at the guys again with longing in my heart.
No wonder they didn’t want to help take Ly to school. They were planning… Well, whatever this is.
“I could have been, but dear old dad shoved us into private schools, never giving us a chance to enjoy that kind of shit. Now, get in there before they combust.”
“It’ll be fine,” Zepp says with reassurance, patting my shoulder.
“Fine. But if I have to kill them, you had better protect me with fancy lawyers and shit,” I grumble, wrinkling my nose when Seger bursts out laughing.
“Always got your back,” he chuckles, opening the door for me, and practically shoves me into the conference room.
I swallow hard when my guys freeze, watching me approach with caution.
“So, you called a meeting?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest and walking further into the room. “When I left my house, there were moving vans sitting outside.”
