Anthony nods, a serious look falling over his features. “How many people have access to this program?”
“Just him and his cousins. But he’s the only one who’s ever used it.”
Anthony nods again. “Get me a copy of it. I want to know everything about it and how the fuck it was created.”
“I will,” I promise.
“And tell him and his cousins to delete it and never use it again. I don’t give a fuck who they are, I will kill all of them if this comes back to bite me in the ass.”
“It won’t. I promise.”
I actually have no idea if Jace and the others would be okay with deleting the program or even giving Anthony a copy, but hopefully Xave can figure something out and handle them if this is going to be an issue.
“Is he worth it?” Anthony asks, his look piercing and his voice weirdly soft.
I nod. “He is. I’d give up everything for him. No hesitation, no regrets.”
He studies me, that piercing look still on his face. “I’m actually on my way up to meet with Graycen right now. I’ll talk to him about this and see if I can smooth things over.” He rests one hand on my doorknob. “Don’t make me regret this. I promise it will end very badly for not just you, but everyone and everything that you care about.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
He gives me a long look, then slips out of my room.
“Holy shit,” I mutter as all the energy drains out of me in a rush.
What the actual fuck just happened?
Not only does Anthony know about Xave and me, but he knew Xave has been sneaking into the house. And now he’s going to talk to the leadership about us?
Anthony and the Keepers royalty have more pull and influence than anyone in the frat, and that includes the leaders.If Anthony is on my side, then Graycen and the others will fall in line, and so will the rest of the royalty.
This is literally the best-case scenario that could happen, and it all started because I didn’t give a fuck about winning a house challenge and took the easy way out by giving him the win he so obviously wanted.
I have no fucking clue how I got so lucky, but after all the shit I’ve been through in the last few months, I’ll take whatever wins I can get.
I’m still trying to wrap my head around this turn of events when my phone rings, and all of my shocked giddiness melts away when I see it’s my father calling.
“Hello?” I answer before the phone can ring a second time. My father doesn’t like to be kept waiting, and he considers me not picking up the phone the moment he calls or texts a personal insult.
“Damon?” my father says curtly. “I’m very busy at the moment. Can whatever this is wait?”
“No, it can’t.”
There was a time when every phone call or conversation with my father would send me into a terrified panic, but it’s so much easier to deal with him now that I’m an adult and I don’t have to depend on him for everything anymore.
“What is it?” he asks impatiently.
“I have a boyfriend,” I say bluntly.
“What?” he asks, his tone flat.
“I have a boyfriend,” I repeat.
“You’re not gay.”
I want to laugh at how confident he sounds. It’s not like he’d know if I was considering he’s never paid any attention to me over the years and has never cared about my personal life as long as it’s not causing trouble for him.
“No, I’m not gay,” I tell him. “I’m bi.”
