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He never managed to tell me what his intentions were when I was with the brothers, but they couldn’t be good.

A chill blanketed me and suddenly I felt cold. Pulling back the covers, I snuggled down under them and waited for Titus to come back, but he never made it before my body gave in to my exhaustion.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

XAVIER

“Tick, tock, fucker… it’s time for you to go,” I growl down the long hallway towards Titus’ room. Nothing has brought me this much joy in a very long time. I whistle as I walk, my strides long until I am outside his room.

Now, do I give him the courtesy and knock or just tear the fuck in there and drag his ass out.

I like him. I do.

But at the same time, I don’t.

He angers me because he counter argues with me all the time and annoyingly, he is only doing what I would.

Maybe we’re more alike than I would like to admit.

Nope, I’m gonna pull the door off its hinges and wave bye bye whilst smiling and wrapping my arm round my baby girl.

Kicking the door down, I shout to the empty room, “Get the fuck out of my house,” but my words soon disappear and fall on deaf ears.

“Titty?” I storm into the room then smash through the bathroom door. Nothing.

“Titty!” I scream, ripping open the wardrobe doors and seeing everything gone. “Well…” I run my hand through the side of my head, fixing some loose strands of my blonde hair and pushing them back into place then pull on the bottom of my suit jacket. “Saves me a job,” I mutter, my eyes slicing back towards the door.

Pacing out the room, I fist my phone from my pocket and check my message from Wolfe.

Fucking Wolfe.

“Wolfie,” I mimic in a childish voice.

Wolfe

We’ve decided, we want Amora tomorrow. Have her ready. Amora Knight… it has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?

“Cunt,” I rage, stopping and pummelling my fist into the wall before I let out a scream so loud it echoes down the hallway. I ignore the throbbing pain on my knuckles already because the pain in my gut is overwhelming everything else. The fact that I have to do this, and what’s worse Amora thinks I have done it because I want to.

I have wanted to tell her the truth, but I can’t.

I cannot and will not risk my plan being ruined because I am ready to fall to my knees and confess all.

I ignore the sting at the back of my eyes caused by a thousand tears but I won’t let them fall. Passing the stairs, I continue towards Amora’s room. I have no idea what I am going to say to her but I know that I need to push my emotion aside and be the cruel, vicious and heartless man she thinks I truly am.

Because that’s what I am deep inside.

A monster.

A beast.

I may as well stay as this person, my wife hates me, my daughter is about to hate me… soon I’ll be all alone. Just like I was when I first met my Red.

Standing outside Amora’s door, I inhale sharply as I lift my hand and knock softly on the door.

“Princess?” I call out as I push down the handle which reveals an empty room.

My face pales, my blood runs cold when I pace her room, pulling it apart bit by bit and suddenly it sinks in.

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