CHAPTER FOURTEEN
XAVIER
I am fucking angry.
I pace up and down my office after calling the prick Titty for the hundredth time and the cunt ignores my calls again.
Gripping a handful of my hair, I tug at the root as I try and control my breathing but no matter what I do, I can’t.
Who does he think he is? If I didn’t need him so much I would put a bullet between his eyes.
I grunt and snigger at my thoughts.
I wouldn’t really, my thoughts echo back.
“Maybe I would,” I grit and when I hear the door to my office open, I spin, my brows knitted, jaw clenched when he walks through the door.
A cocky fucking grin on his face, his hands fisted into his pockets, and it takes everything in me to not wipe that smirk off his face with my fist.
Breathe.
“Well, decided to return, did we?” I run my finger along my bottom lip.
“Seems that way,” he winks and steps closer to me.
And I swear to God, he makes my blood boil.
Wanker.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
TITUS
I stand at the bottom of the stairs and watch as Amora walks up. The urge to follow and protect her is strong but my thoughts are snatched when I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. Pulling it out, I see Arizona’s name.
Smiling, I answer.
“Hey.” I begin walking towards the back of the house.
“Hey dad, you okay? Sorry I’ve not called I’ve been swamped at work.”
“That’s okay sweetie, no need to explain. Are you okay? How’s Keaton?”
She scoffs.
“Keaton is Keaton, but Dad, I’m fine. I don’t even understand why I had to come here…”
“Where has this come from? You were fine with it when I said about it before.”
“Because I didn’t want to upset you.” The line falls quiet, and I rub my hand over my short beard, my chest tight.
“You wouldn’t have upset me,” I clear my throat, I pace back down the long hallway and stop at the bottom of the stairs, looking up to where Amora disappeared.
“I’m sorry,” her voice is low.
“Don’t be sorry, I’m sorry… I just thought—” she interrupts me.
“I know Dad, and I do get it… but I’m twenty-one, I would have been fine.”