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“I am a fucking King!” I roar, pointing the knife at him. “I want to know what the fuck is going on!”
“Silas, let the girls go,” my dad tells him. Silas doesn’t move at first, but then he goes to Angel. He won’t touch, Syn, not unless I tell him to. His loyalty lies with me. Angel stands, and Silas pulls her off to the side when my dad nods to Syn.
“I’m not touching her.” Just like I thought.
“Rylan, let this go. We’re investigating it. I told you a Kings is meeting in a few days. We’re going to discuss all of this then,” he tells me.
“All of what?”
“Everything that’s happened to Tamsyn.” What the fuck does that mean? Everything that’s happened to her? What else has happened to her? I look at her over my shoulder, but she just looks down at the ground. I pull my gaze back to my dad’s.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I told you. Tomorrow, we’ll discuss it all. I promise you. You also need to know we’re moving up the ceremony.”
“What?”
“The Oath ceremony. We’re moving it up to tomorrow. Instead of our usual place, we’re going to have it at Chaos.”
“Why? Why the fuck are you moving it up?” I growl this time.
“In light of certain things,” he says, his eyes moving to Syn’s and back. “We feel it’s needed to be done sooner rather than later.” I don’t like the fucking sounds of this. Not at all. Is this his way of keeping me away from Syn? Is that what he’s trying to do? Or is it Syn? Is she trying to keep me away from her? I see how they keep looking at each other. He knows more than he’s letting on.
Okay. If this is how they want to play this, I can play too. I nod my head and walk over calmly to the counter and set the knife down. Then I turn and walk over to Syn and uncuff her legs and arms. When her arms fall, she rubs the sore one before looking up at me.
She starts to open her mouth, but I shake my head. I reach up and grab her chin roughly in my hand and squeeze hard.
“I don’t know what the fuck is going on, Syn, but this,” I tell her, pointing between the two of us before I speak again, “This is done.” I see the tears as they start to fall, and I shove her face away from me before turning and walking away from her. Screams tear from her throat as I storm past my dad and up the stairs. Silas and Levi follow behind me. I don’t even know if I want them around me right now. There’s so much anger inside of me. So much hate and I don’t know who to direct it at. I feel like I’ve been left out of the fucking loop of Syn’s life, and that doesn’t sit right with me.
I go to the kitchen, grab a bottle of liquor, and stomp out the front door with the guys still behind me.
“What do you want us to do, Rylan?” I stop and run my hand through my hair.
“I don’t fucking know anymore,” I tell them.
“I don’t understand any of this,” Levi chimes in.
“Me either, and that’s what’s pissing me off. The fact she doesn’t trust me enough to tell me what’s going on,” I trail off as I open the bottle and take a long pull.
“You think it’s that she doesn’t trust you, or was she ordered not to say something?” Silas asks. I shrug. I don’t know, after the look she and my dad shared, he could be right. Being ordered not to say anything from one of the leaders is different than it is coming from me.
“I don’t like not knowing what’s going on,” I tell them.
“I get it. But we can’t do shit tonight. And now we’re having the ceremony tomorrow? Something big has to be going on,” Silas adds.
He’s right. It has to be big if they’re moving the ceremony up, but what the hell could be going on? I debate going back in and demanding my dad tell me, but I know he won’t. And Syn? She already proved she wasn’t about to say anything.
“Are you going to spend the last night with Tamsyn?” Levi asks. I shake my head and bring the bottle to my lips, taking another long pull.
“No.”
“Where do you want to go?” Silas asks.
“Let’s go to your house,” I tell him. He nods, and we pile in the SUV and take off. I can’t believe this is how things are going to turn out. Tomorrow, Syn, my Syn, will be promised to another man. She will be married to another fucking man! The thought alone causes my head to spin and my stomach to churn. If I kill the other guy, I’m as good as dead. No. I’m doing the right thing by letting her go.
Syn deserves a good life. She deserves to be happy, and I don’t know if I do that for her. I sit back against the seat and think as I drink more. Whoever she gets had better be good to her. They better not hurt her how I do. He better treat her right, or God help me, I will ruin his fucking life.
But somewhere in the back of this fucked up, sick mind of mine? I want her to take the chance to be with me. I want her to figure it out and do it. But what would that do to her mentally? Wouldn’t that fuck her up worse than she already is?
