Page 105 of The Loathing

“You have three days. If she isn’t here and waiting for us, I’ll take your family out one by one in front of you, and after you’ve pissed your pants because you’re so scared and crying your eyes out like a little bitch watching the massacre that I would have caused, I’ll finish you off.”

“Oh stop it,” I smirk, “I’ll see you in three days.” And with that, they storm out the office and once I know they’re gone I clutch my chest.

Shit.

“Xander, get Kaleb on the phone.”

“Sure thing.”

I don’t think I’ll make it three days, I’m going to be done with a heart attack.

Within minutes Ezekiel returns with Royal and my heart slows.

“Baby,” I push from the desk and rush to her, cupping her face in my hands as I check her over. “Did they hurt you?”

“Who?” she looks at me confused.

“The twat twins.”

“I was with Betty in the kitchen,” and I breathe out a sigh of relief, “they were here!?”

“Yeah, it’s fine, I’ve sorted it.”

“Dad,” Xander walks over to me and hands me the phone.

“Kaleb.”

“Yup.”

“Tell your nerdy computer guy to tell me where the fuck your prick of a mate, Titty has taken my daughter.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because he has just put a fucking target on all of our heads!”

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

AMORA

I sit quietly as I watch Titus pacing up and down out the front on his phone. His hand is rubbing over the top of his head, his jaw is clenched and I can tell by his body language that this isn’t a good conversation. I pick my nails and nibble on my bottom lip. I feel anxious and I know this has something to do with my father. It always has.

I hear the front door open and I sit up, dropping my hands into my lap and my eyes land on him as he walks through.

“Yeah no worries, I’ll keep you updated,” I hear him say as he paces into the lounge.

“Yeah, bye Nate,” he sighs, turning his phone off and tossing it across the room to the sofa.

I stand, a little cautious of his mood because I have never seen Titus wound up like this.

“Are you okay?” I just about manage as I step towards him, closing the gap.

“I’m fine baby,” he coos, wrapping his arms round my waist and lifting me effortlessly. My legs wrap round him as his lips brush against mine.

“Let me help you,” I whisper against his lips.

“How Twilight, how do you want to help me?” he rasps.

“Teach me,” I blush.

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