bChapter /bb385 /b

    KESTER.

    “You fucking asshole! I turned so fast my wound nearly split open again, but I didn’t care. I lunged at Saint, my voice lod enough to turn heads in the damn hallway. He stood there like a statue, hands buried in his pockets, with his expression blike /bstone, as if none of this shit was his fault.

    He didn’t even have the fucking right to be here, let alone stand like he wasn’t sorry.

    The moment we arrived at the nearest hospital we could find, Kasmine had been torn from my arms and rushed into the emergency ward. She wasn’t conscious. And she was fucking bleeding from between her legs!

    I tried. Fuck, I tried so many times to push into the operating room. The security, the nurses, and even one of the doctors had to hold me back. bThey /bbhad /bbto /bgo as far as threaten to walk off the case and leave my mate to die on that cold fucking table if I didn’t back down.

    That was the only reason I didn’t break the door down with my bare hands.

    It was after their threat that I finally let some half–assed medic treat the stab wound in my thigh. I barely felt the pain. The only thing I could feel was bithe /i/bache ripping through my chest.

    I was losing my goddamn mind.

    If anything happens to her…

    No. I couldn’t even let myself think it.

    But one thing was certain.

    If she didn’t make it… If I lost her… I bwas /bgoing to drag Saint and every single bastard responsible into hell with me. Personally.

    “I warned you, didn’t bI/bb?/bb” /bI stepped into Saint’s space, jabbing my finger into his chest. “Your pride. Your ego. Look where it all brought us!”

    I was shaking. I could feel my hands trembling.

    All I could see was red. Pure bleeding red. It covered my vision and coated my thoughts.

    I clenched my fists so hard I felt the wound in my thigh throb.

    I was doing all I could to contain my aggression, because at this point, I needed somethingb… /bor someone… to bleed out this rage onto. Anything to bget /bbit /bout of my chest before I fucking exploded. And God help me it doesn’t end up being Nonb, /bwho kept tapping my shoulders asionally to mutter a “bKes/b. You need to calm down.” It already sounded like a fucking mantra to my ears, and I was bored of it alreadyi. /i

    b‘/bKes…”

    Say that one more fucking timeb, /bNon,” I growled without turning. ‘Just say it again. I dare you.”

    My jaw was tight, and my heart was racing like it was trying to outrun the moment.

    I didn’t break eye contact with the arrogant bastard standing in front of me. “bTell /bme something… I leaned forwardb, /bb“/bYour bBeta’s /bbfucking /bbyour /bbstepsister/b, isn’t he?”

    There. bI /bgot a reaction. It was just a slight tick in his jaw, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared.

    Non shifted behind me. “Kes…”

    I ignored him.

    “You ballow /bshit like that in your organization? That’s the bnew /bstandard?b” /bI scoffed, shaking my head bslowly /blike bhe’d /bjust disappointed bme/b. b“/bbPleasure /bbat /bwork, huh? Or wait… Of course, what should I bexpect /bfrom a man who couldn’t bkeep /bhis dick bin /bhis pants bfor /bbtwo /bwhole daysb? /bHad bto /bbfuck /bbhis /bbstaff /bbin /bba /bbclient’s /bbhouse /blike a horny teenager. That’s bthe /bleadership byou’re /boffering nowb?/b”

    bSaint /bwas just like me. And that’s what made this easy. I knew exactly where to hit him. Men like us? We profert bour /bbegos /bwith our liver, the dAA ?àO fuck about anything else. But insult our pride? Our reputation? Our control? That’s where it stings. Thurs where the wat bbegins /b

    And I wanted a war.

    bI /bcould see the little cracks in that nk expression he always carried like a trophy.

    b“/bKesb, /bstop it,” Non muttered behind me in a strained voice. “Not hereb./bb” /b

    He should fucking make me stop. I dar

    b‘/bReal leadership, Saint. Real fucking leadership. I spat, stepping just a little closer, watching his pupils shrink. “You think I don’t know what bmen /blike us are made of? We live off control. Off power, Off appearances.b” /b

    I didn’t give him time to speak. Not that

    he

    Such men didn’t exin themselves. They stewed. And I wanted to boil him.

    I gave him a once–over. “But if your Beta can throw away an entire operation just bfor /byour little sister… then maybe you’re not as feared as they say. bMaybe /byou don’t have the kind of control you im…b” /b

    I let those words sit pretty, bas /bmy eyes wanderedzily over his face.

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