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WYLDER
Most of my work for The Firm has me behind a desk. Logistics are more my calling than getting my hands dirty. I leave that to my brothers.
It’s safer that way.
For everyone involved.
I caged the monster created by my father a long time ago. I keep him there by living life rigidly. I follow a routine. Work out. Eat healthily. Maintain The Firm while simultaneously running the scholarship program. Date boring women who will never push me.
It’s about staying vigilant. Controlling every aspect of my world tightly, so that there’s no chance the monster can escape.
Everything was going swimmingly.
Okay, so Candace turned out to be an unsuitable choice. Our so-called relationship ended for me the moment she insulted my brothers at dinner.
I planned on breaking things off, but life got in the way.
Enter Neo.
The complication I can’t ignore. The five-foot-five spitfire who thinks it’s funny to rattle the monster’s cage until I can’t think straight.
Neo.
When I suggested that everyone move home while we dealt with the Umbra Syndicate, I, of course, included Ansel’s friend Neo. Don’t get me wrong, he drives me fucking crazy.
But the thought of him getting hurt? That drives me crazier.
It’s been hard enough having my brothers in my space again, let alone the others. Well, all except Matthias, Wyatt, and Jackson. They insisted on staying at their place.
And I, in turn, insisted they have twenty-four seven security. Matthias complained, naturally, but I take the safety of those I care about seriously.
Very seriously.
I thought maybe Cade would be easier to be around now that he’s in love. I was wrong. If anything, he’s worse. Not only is he just as crazy as before, but his obsession with Ansel can’t be healthy.
I can’t imagine being that possessive and protective over someone not related to me. It’s just…odd.
Liar.
I scoff at my inner voice. At the monster whispering from his cage.
Neo’s presence in my home is sensible. Logical. Smart. All things I am known for being.
Unfortunately, having him here is making me feel things I’ve worked hardnotto be known for.
Irrational.
Distracted.
Impulsive.
From finding a fucking miniature horse in my yard to the dildo he left strapped to my pillow, Neo seems determined to push every last one of my buttons.
Worst of all? I have no idea why I’m letting him.
What he did tonight, though…that was the final straw.
