“Sevan, for someone I love, someone I’m supposed to betaking care of, I’m two seconds away from knocking you out.”
“Sorry. How is shit with Callum, by the way?”
I bite the inside of my cheek the moment Sevan says his name.
Fucking awful.
Worst it’s ever been, actually.
He’s threatening me, he may have threatened you, and I’m planning on killing him if he comes within a hundred-foot radius of you or anyone I know.
I’ve never been good at hiding when I’m pissed. I turn away so Sevan can’t see the bitter expression on my face, and I grab the vacuum at the edge of his room.
“Callum’s a piece of shit,” I finally say.
I turn on the vacuum, glad that the sound of it fills the room so I don’t have to talk about that snake.
The truth is that I have no clue what to do about Callum, because if I did what Iwantto do, I’d be thrown in jail. I have no clue how real his threats are. I dated him for a couple of months, and the longer I was with him, the stranger his behaviors became.
At this point, I barely feel like I never really knew Callum at all.
When I met him, he just seemed like a rich guy who was older than me, a photographer who was addicted to harsh drugs in his teens but had really cleaned up his act. Now, I’m not convinced about that. It’s completely possible he’s started taking drugs again, and could act erratically at any point.
I take it around the whole room, meticulously getting every corner and under Sevan’s bed.
When I finally cut the power, he’s watching me with his handsclasped on his lap.
“Never seen someone angrily vacuum before.”
I pull in a breath and release my grip from the vacuum handle. “It’s fine.”
“Clearly.”
Sevan isn’t buying my bullshit.
“Callum doesn’t deserve the air I’ll waste even saying his name. He’s still taking the breakup poorly, as you can probably tell by the shit-fit comments he still leaves on my pictures. He insults me, but then when he gets drunk he texts me late at night saying he still loves me and wants me back.”
“I want to crack his skull. When my legs are healed, I might do it.”
I know that if Sevan ever tried to fight Callum, Callum would be obliterated.
But if Callum actually did get to him while he’s injured…
I’d rather not have to think about that.
“Can we talk about anything else other than him?”
“Gladly. My room looks good, by the way,” he says as I put the vacuum away. “Thanks for pitying me enough to do all of this.”
“Not pity. You deserve it. Don’t any of your Daggers brothers give a fuck?”
Sevan’s expression is hard to read. “They’re all busy. Busy, busy, busy, all the time, and I’m fucking stuck in here readingAuto Repair for Dummiesfor the fiftieth time.”
“When your legs heal, you’re going to be able to repair a goddamn semi truck.”
He snorts. “I’ll be able to take care of my own car, at least. Feels like I’ll never be able to drive again.”
“Good shit.”
