Listening to what that fucker and his son did to my wife?
My protective instincts toward her have already gone beyond rational or healthy. I’ve never in my life wanted anyone as much as her, but after last night, when she became irrevocably mine…they transformed into something maddening and all-consuming.
I’d burn the world for her and destroy anyone who so much as hurt her. In the past, present, or future, it doesn’t matter.
There won’t be a person left on this Earth who hurts my wife and gets away with it, for her pain is worse than my own. She comes first above anyone and anything, and somehow these feelings…this possessiveness…this need that knows no boundsand just demands and demands more of me…awakened back the part of me that stayed dormant for almost eighteen years.
The part of me that I managed to control and converted into something useful, reining in the desires that would have landed me in jail at some point.
However, everything has changed, and I won’t rest until I fulfill those desires.
Taking out my phone, I scroll through my contacts, searching for one specific person.
While I know countless men with questionable morals, only one would keep his mouth shut and give me the necessary resources to do what needs to be done in order to calm the beast raging within me.
He picks up on the second ring, his voice gruff and amused. “Well, this is an unexpected call.”
“Is it?”
“If you’re looking for Actaeon, I have no idea where he is. He took off to do whatever.” He yawns. “So if that’s all…”
Levi Scott has already developed the audacity to tell people to fuck off without actually uttering the words. And his dismissing me, of all people, would have been hilarious, except he really deems himself invincible and powerful.
Considering his age, it’s annoying, although I must have been the same back in my early twenties. And his sister’s impending marriage to Rush is another funny thing, because my cousin isn’t known to be patient. So I’m not sure how he handles his soon-to-be brother-in-law’s attitude. “I have a favor to ask of you.”
Several beats pass before he replies, and I hear him lighting up his lighter. “Why me?”
“Because I know your secret, and right now, your secret could be helpful to me.”
“Is that so?” I can imagine him smirking while his ocean-blue eyes stay cold as fuck. His warmth is reserved only for his mother and sister, but even they had to work hard to elicit any emotion from him.
Levi used to live on the streets and got abducted by child traffickers who did God knows what to him and countless other children. He was eight when Lachlan Scott and his friends found him during one of their rescue missions.
If what he does can be consideredrescuing,since the man operates a whole ring of murderers in his underworld life, and they have their own moral code they have to follow. Otherwise, he kills them all. They are called dark protégés for a reason, and the man in question kidnapped his own wife once upon a time to punish her father. His wife seems to love him now, though I’m not sure she would have had a choice either way.
Lachlan might protect the innocent, but he isn’t a saint. Rather a cunning devil who thrives in the hell of his own making.
The Scott family adopted Levi and surrounded him with love, care, and everything a child might need, but the damage had already been done.
He should have gone to acting school for how well he hides his true nature from them. A nature that makes him fit into his father’s world so well, except he has no idea what his son does.
Not that I care either way.
I have enough of my own family drama to last me a lifetime.
“You’re not asking for a favor. You’re trying to blackmail me into doing what you want.” Levi puffs into the phone, no doubt taking a drag on his cigarette. “Just so we are clear, I do not react to any kind of force or blackmail well. So I’d be careful if I were you on how you word that favor of yours.”
A grin pulls at my mouth at his cold yet confident, unbothered tone. His character matches his father’s so well.And that’s why father and son clashing would be a glorious sight to watch once the truth comes to light.
“I need access to your dungeon in Boston. I know you have one since you studied here for a semester. One night. That’s all I ask.”
He chuckles. “I always knew there was a psycho hiding underneath the facade.” I ignore his jab and hear him puffing out more smoke. “I expected to hear something like this from Actaeon, never from you.” He hisses through his teeth. “Your brother isn’t one to get involved in murders. Not yet, at least.”
I prefer not to examine my brother’s tendencies. “Consider it your lucky day, then.”
“I can give you access, except what’s in it for me?”
Ah, the Scott family won’t do shit unless it benefits them in some way, and that’s something I respect.
