“Where the fuck is my sister?” he roars.
I wave him off like a prick and yawn. “She’s fine,” I say in a mocking tone.
“If you’ve hurt her, I’ll fucking kill you.”
I roll my eyes acting like a dipshit teenager. “Dude, she is perfectly fine. She’s at home, showering now.”
Masen goes rigid and his face fills with horror. “Where is the blood from?” he asks quietly.
I shoot him a wink as I lift my shirt to show him the marks she left on my chest. Masen stumbles backward while his father just sits there looking confused. Lorenzo on the other hand seems to have lost his anger and is now filled with sick satisfaction.
“What is the meaning of this?” Steven barks.
“You gonna tell him or should I?” I ask Masen. The dumb fuck just stands there, staring at the bloodied sheet. He looks like his world has just came crashing down and I fucking love the sight of it. I look back at Steven and wag my brows. “Your daughter is currently living with me.” Anger rears inside him.
“No the fuck she isn’t!” he shouts.
“Let me spell it out for you, old man. The reason your son looks like I just killed his puppy is because the blood on those sheetsisfrom your daughter.” Steven’s eyes widen in contempt. “That right there is the evidence of me fucking her brains out right before I came here to meet her dear brother and daddy.”
Steven unleashes his fury, draws his gun and points it at me. Lorenzo calls for his guards, but Cas is right there standing behind him with his own gun pressed into the back of the senator's head. Lorenzo’s men rush into the room. Unlike my father who has gone soft in his old fucking age, I don’t need men to fight my battles for me. I handle shit on my own. Masen dartsforward and looks between me and his father. The instant his eyes lock on mine I see it.
Bloodlust.
I purse my lips and nod, maybe the little fucker does have it in him after all. Steven’s threats are falling on deaf ears as I focus on his son. Gone are the days of our fathers putting leashes on our necks and keeping us at bay. A silent understanding passes between me and Masen. No matter the outcome of tonight, we’re at war. He knows I won’t stop until I tear his family down. I just threw the first swing and now he’s ready to come at me.
“After the game,” he says in a deathly calm tone that has me smirking. Steven and Lorenzo both shut their fucking traps as they stare at the both of us.
“I’ll keep to my side,” I answer.
He nods. “I’ll keep my boys in check until after the game,” he declares.
Hunger is swirling in the pit of my gut, as excitement courses through me. This is what I’ve been waiting for.
“What the fuck is going on?” Lorenzo snaps.
Masen and I ignore him as I nod in agreement. “Until then, stay the fuck away from my girl,” I spit, then stalk out of the room, ignoring Lorenzo’s calls for me to get my ass back. Cas and I step out the front door, ready to get the fuck out of there.
“Caspian.” At the sound of Masen calling his name we both stop. I see Cas tense out of the side of my eye. We both slowly turn to face him, he’s got balls coming out here alone, I give him that.
“What?” Cas’s tone is filled with malice.
He looks between the both of us. “Toren is to stay out of this.”
I scoff. “No deal.”
“She had nothing to do with this?—”
“She had everything to do with it!” I roar. Cas snaps his arm out in front of me, I hadn’t realized I’d taken a step forward.
“Go back inside, Masen. Toren isn’t your concern anymore. If I was you, I would be more focused on trying to win the game next week before all hell breaks loose.”
My anger is like a balm, it wraps around me and clings to me like a second skin. I hunger for the kill. Looking at that piece of shit and knowing I get to take him down on the ice and off it next week, has me antsy and impatient for the time I finally get to end the cunt.
“Go finish your meeting, Masey boy. I need to get home and remind your sister who the fuck she belongs to.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
TOREN
