He squeezed me tighter into him, and I pretended the way his shoulders were shaking wasn’t breaking my fucking heart.
Finally, I untangled myself from him and let out a shaky sigh.
Time to answer for my goddamned sins.
Cal:
Hey. I fucked up. We lost the mark.
Damian’s response was immediate.
Damian:
Apex. Now.
Walking into Damian’s office felt even shittier than it usually did. Vox had insisted on coming with me despite the fact that I had begged him not to.
Nothing good would come of it.
We walked in to find Damian where he always was, sitting at his pristine desk, typing away with the two pictures of my sisters facing him.
He didn’t look up as we entered, but he did speak.
“I didn’t call for you, Mr. Moretti. Leave us,” he drawled in a flat, bored tone.
Vox didn’t move, and I nudged him urgently.
“Get out of here,” I hissed, but he ignored me, his burning silver eyes locked on Damian.
Damian sighed and looked up, meeting Vox’s gaze head-on.
“Leave now, Mr. Moretti. You’re not doing Mr. Walker any favors.”
Instead of leaving, Vox walked slowly toward Damian’s desk. I fidgeted nervously as my friend placed both hands on the desk and leaned over it, bringing his face so close to Damian’s they could have kissed.
He stood like that for what felt like forever and just stared at him. Damian stared right back.
After a long moment of silence, Damian finally spoke.
“If you think this little act is going to make me takeyoudownstairs instead of your friend, you are sorely mistaken, Mr. Moretti. Unless you want what happened to Mr. Willis to happen to Mr. Walker, I highly suggest you leave my office. Now.”
A shocking mix of rage and fear shot through me at Damian’s words. He had basically just confirmed Vox’s suspicions that he had killed Gavin.
Vox lunged across the desk, but I snatched him around the waist and threw him back away from Damian.
“Get the fuck out of here, Vox!” I roared, shoving him toward the door. “I’m not fucking kidding!”
Vox wasn’t listening. He was full-blown trying to fight me to get to Damian, who was watching us with an annoyed, bored expression on his face.
I grabbed a fistful of Vox’s hair and put my mouth directly against his ear so Damian couldn’t hear me.
“I need you to fucking get a grip and make sure nothing happens to Ryan or my sisters. You can’t help me protect them if he fucking kills you.Please.Just go.”
That seemed to do the trick. Vox shoved off me and gave Damian one last disgusted look before turning on his heel and leaving, slamming the door behind him.
“Such a temper on that boy,” Damian drawled, and I rounded on him, seething with barely controlled rage.
“You said he died on a mission!” I snarled, taking a menacing step toward Ryker.
