Page 114 of The Loathing

Scrunching my nose up, I push through double doors and end up in a large office. Sitting at the desk is Hunter and Wolfe.

They look very similar, except Wolfe is tall and slender, Hunter is shorter and stocky.

Both of their brown eyes lift and land on mine and I give them a sweet smile.

“What do we owe the pleasure?” Wolfe asks as he stands and makes his way towards me.

“I just needed to stretch my legs,” I nod. “Thanks for the clothes, nice to wear something other than pyjamas,” I lie. I would much rather be living in Titus’ tee for the rest of my life.

“They suit you.”

I feel Hunter’s eyes on me and the guy gives me the serious creeps.

“I was wondering…” I pause for a moment and avert my gaze from cunty Hunty. “Do you have, or could you maybe get me an easel and some paints?” I make myself sick with this sweetness shit façade I have going on. I have never been sweet. Until Titus. But that was different. I was a completely different person with Titus.

I ignore the searing pain that slices through my heart and focus on Wolfe.

“We already have one, I had a studio sorted out for you as per your father’s request… would you like me to show you?”

I nod, my heart skipping in my chest that my father asked for him to provide one… maybe he does have a plan after all.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

TITUS

“She’s going to hate you, you know that right?” I say before taking a sip of the coffee that Royal made me.

“My wife already loathes me, what’s one more to the list,” Xavier doesn’t lift his eyes to meet mine.

“And that doesn’t bother you?” I can’t help but answer back and I am trying my hardest to keep the rumbling rage that is currently brewing deep inside of me at bay.

“Of course it does you silly prick, but it’s done. Royal is stubborn, Amora even more so but I have to do this, this is what has been planned since the beginning and you had to come along and fuck it all up,” he snarls, and I ball my fist in my lap.

“Well, if you hadn’t kept me in the fucking dark then maybe we wouldn’t be in this situation, but here we are so fucking tell me what it is you’ve got going on in that fucked up head of yours,” my voice gradually getting louder as my anger begins to fill me.

“Don’t you dare,” Xavier growls at me across the desk, banging his hand on the surface.

“Or what?” I stand, jaw clenched, brows furrowed.

“I’ll knock you out again,” he smirks but doesn’t stand to meet me and for some reason that winds me up more.

“Course you will, I think you had a little help from drugs for that didn’t you old man…”

“Is that what you think?”

Now I am getting under his skin.

“Of course, the size of me compared to you… plus you had me at a disadvantage.”

“I wouldn’t say that… I had you at an advantage, got some awesome photos that I’ve pinged back to your group of loyal friends.”

“You’re a cunt.”

“As are you Titty, as are you.”

“My priority is Amora… it will always be Amora… now fucking tell me where she is and what this plan of yours is because honestly Xavier, the way you’re going on makes me think that there has never been any plan. I still don’t understand why you hired me, you practically begged me to look after her for you just to give in to The Knight Brothers and give her to them anyway? It doesn’t make any sense,” I shake my head from side to side as I slowly begin to sit down.

“If you hadn’t run with her, the plan would have been explained,” he pulls his eyes from whatever the fuck he is looking at on his laptop and steadies his cold gaze on mine. My eyes focus on his scar that runs under his left eye and down his cheek, finishing just before the left side of his nose.

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