accused him of not loving Sarah enough to fight for her or being too whipped to stand up to Deke. Oh, he shouldn’t forget her comments about no longer respecting him as a Dom, being disappointed in him as a friend, and not liking who he had become. But the worst of it came when she’d fucking dared him to grow some balls.
And shit, Kylia might have been more subtle than her friend when they’d talked, but she’d still put the screws to him. Deep down, he wondered if she hadn’t disturbed him more with her pointed jabs than Ansley had with her insult flinging. God knew that Kylia had actually hurt him with several of her accusations. Even more than that, she’d worried him, too. He wouldn’t let this—whatever this bullshit situation was—between the three of them continue, not at the expense of Sarah. She’d been through too much for them to fuck her up now.
The longer Adam dwelled on his arguments with Kylia and Ansley, the higher his blood pressure soared. He swore his head was going to explode any minute now.
Gulping in air, Adam tried to regain control. But after several minutes passed, he gave up on being level-headed. He wasn’t going to be any calmer now than he would be in five seconds, five minutes, or five hours. Being relaxed just wasn’t in the cards for him today.
Latching on to the door handle, Adam pressed his thumb to the fingerprint reader The Edge’s Techno God, Wyatt Thorpe, had installed last year. When the LED light lit up, the lock clicked and unlocked. In a hurry, Adam flung the door open and found exactly what he’d expected—Deke and Declan arguing heatedly.
As he crossed the threshold, Adam was surrounded by the heavy tension that stifled the air around him. Uncomfortable, he stopped abruptly. Maybe, now wasn’t the time for him to blow sky-high. His self-preservation instinct told him to hold back, to keep his anger on a leash until he found out what they were going at it about. The irrational, caveman side of him told him to get out the club and start bashing. Not surprisingly, the barbaric side won out.
“Well, well, well. Look at what we have here,” Adam said, advancing into the office then pulling the door closed behind him. “Kylia told me that the two of you were playing nice. I guess she was wrong.”
Turning his gaze on Adam, Deke narrowed his chocolate eyes. “We were just talking.”
“About what?” Adam was compelled to ask.
“Nothing,” Deke growled, a telltale tic in his jaw indicating his outright lie.
“I see,” Adam replied icily. “If you’re just talking, I can interrupt. Right?
Deke glowered in silence.
Assuming that his partner was in agreement, Adam turned on his brother and barked, “Get out.”
His brother sighed. “No.”
“Don’t make me throw you out,” Adam said clearly, his voice taking on a dangerous edge. “Right now, I’m capable of throwing a Mack truck across a football field. Don’t fucking push me.”
“What has your panties in a wad, little brother?” Declan asked with a noticeably choked chuckle. “We weren’t comparing notes about all your dirty secrets or anything.”
“I’m sure you weren’t,” Adam sneered. “But I’m sick of this, Declan—you fixing things that don’t involve you, Deke being a pussy afraid of getting hurt, Ansley constantly provoking me, Kylia treating me like a head case, and everyone else trapping Sarah between me and Deke when she only gets caught in the crossfire. It’s all getting pretty fucking old.”
Adam didn’t care that he’d fired off a concise list of the things that had caused him to snap. Declan and Deke probably thought he’d lost it. Well, they’d be right. He’d reached the end of his rope.
“Poor Adam,” Declan taunted. “Want me to call Mom?”
“No, I want you to leave,” Adam snarled then jerked his head toward the door, indicating that he meant business. “ Now. ”
Shockingly, Deke lifted the decanter in front of him and filled the
And shit, Kylia might have been more subtle than her friend when they’d talked, but she’d still put the screws to him. Deep down, he wondered if she hadn’t disturbed him more with her pointed jabs than Ansley had with her insult flinging. God knew that Kylia had actually hurt him with several of her accusations. Even more than that, she’d worried him, too. He wouldn’t let this—whatever this bullshit situation was—between the three of them continue, not at the expense of Sarah. She’d been through too much for them to fuck her up now.
The longer Adam dwelled on his arguments with Kylia and Ansley, the higher his blood pressure soared. He swore his head was going to explode any minute now.
Gulping in air, Adam tried to regain control. But after several minutes passed, he gave up on being level-headed. He wasn’t going to be any calmer now than he would be in five seconds, five minutes, or five hours. Being relaxed just wasn’t in the cards for him today.
Latching on to the door handle, Adam pressed his thumb to the fingerprint reader The Edge’s Techno God, Wyatt Thorpe, had installed last year. When the LED light lit up, the lock clicked and unlocked. In a hurry, Adam flung the door open and found exactly what he’d expected—Deke and Declan arguing heatedly.
As he crossed the threshold, Adam was surrounded by the heavy tension that stifled the air around him. Uncomfortable, he stopped abruptly. Maybe, now wasn’t the time for him to blow sky-high. His self-preservation instinct told him to hold back, to keep his anger on a leash until he found out what they were going at it about. The irrational, caveman side of him told him to get out the club and start bashing. Not surprisingly, the barbaric side won out.
“Well, well, well. Look at what we have here,” Adam said, advancing into the office then pulling the door closed behind him. “Kylia told me that the two of you were playing nice. I guess she was wrong.”
Turning his gaze on Adam, Deke narrowed his chocolate eyes. “We were just talking.”
“About what?” Adam was compelled to ask.
“Nothing,” Deke growled, a telltale tic in his jaw indicating his outright lie.
“I see,” Adam replied icily. “If you’re just talking, I can interrupt. Right?
Deke glowered in silence.
Assuming that his partner was in agreement, Adam turned on his brother and barked, “Get out.”
His brother sighed. “No.”
“Don’t make me throw you out,” Adam said clearly, his voice taking on a dangerous edge. “Right now, I’m capable of throwing a Mack truck across a football field. Don’t fucking push me.”
“What has your panties in a wad, little brother?” Declan asked with a noticeably choked chuckle. “We weren’t comparing notes about all your dirty secrets or anything.”
“I’m sure you weren’t,” Adam sneered. “But I’m sick of this, Declan—you fixing things that don’t involve you, Deke being a pussy afraid of getting hurt, Ansley constantly provoking me, Kylia treating me like a head case, and everyone else trapping Sarah between me and Deke when she only gets caught in the crossfire. It’s all getting pretty fucking old.”
Adam didn’t care that he’d fired off a concise list of the things that had caused him to snap. Declan and Deke probably thought he’d lost it. Well, they’d be right. He’d reached the end of his rope.
“Poor Adam,” Declan taunted. “Want me to call Mom?”
“No, I want you to leave,” Adam snarled then jerked his head toward the door, indicating that he meant business. “ Now. ”
Shockingly, Deke lifted the decanter in front of him and filled the
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