Of course, he heard about my little run-in. Perhaps Riley told him.
“That was a bad call, Kieran.” Ronan’s voice is sharp. “Especiallywith Riley in the car. What the hell were you thinking?”
“Obviously, I wasn’t. I guess you should just add it to the long list of ways I’ve fucked up lately.” I hang up before I can say something I’ll regret.
I’m so fucking tired of Ronan acting like he’s the only one capable of making real decisions. Our father didn’t leave his empire to just him; he left it to all of us. But it seems Ronan’s forgotten that little fact.
Just because he’s the oldest doesn’t mean he knows everything, and it sure as hell doesn’t mean he gets to talk down to me every time I make a move he doesn’t agree with.
I sink down onto a stack of crates and lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees as I try to fight the urge to storm back into the warehouse and slash Finn’s throat as a way of releasing the tension coiling inside me.
What the hell is happening to me?
I’ve never been this wound up before.
Normally, I can laser my focus onto the enemy and ignore all the noise, but ever since Riley arrived on my doorstep, everything feels blurred and messy.
Maybe it’s because I don’t understand her. One second, she’s looking at me like I mean something to her, and the next, she can’t stand to be in the same room as me.
It shouldn’t matter, considering the fact our relationship was never supposed to be real.
But it does matter. More than I want to admit.
But if she wants space, then that’s exactly what I’ll give her. I’m not going to chase after someone who’s already made up their mind about me.
I’ve got enough battles to fight without throwing my heart into the ring too.
