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"None of your goddamn business."
"I can find out anything that goes on under this roof. Don't forget that."
"Whatever," I mutter, staring out the window instead of looking at him, knowing it'll piss him off.
"You need to get dressed. You and Rexford have a job."
"A job?"
"Yeah, you're Q's little bitch boys now. They tell you to jump, you ask how high."
"What about you?"
He laughs again. "What about me?"
"They order you around like that too?"
He shakes his head, not even bothering to answer my question as he begins ripping drawers open. He throws a black hoodie and a pair of black sweats at me. "Black, always. Meet me downstairs in ten."
Spinning on his heels, he marches out of my room, barging through Alex who's still awkwardly standing there. It's only now I realize he's dressed as Kingsley is expecting me to.
"Look at you, doing as you're told," I mutter, nodding toward his outfit.
"What's the alternative?"
I shrug, because fuck if I know.
Making quick work of changing, I follow Alex down to where his highness is waiting.
"So, who were you talking to?” he whispers as we descend.
"Your sister."
His steps falter a little. "Hadley? Have you told her?"
"About you, no. She knows about everything else, though."
; "She's good people. I'm glad you've got her."
"You should too."
"It’s not my place to tell her. That's a job for Harrison, don't you think?"
"Yes, but if she's going to be able to help you then I say go for it. Something tells me we need as many people in our corner as we can get right now."
He mutters an agreement as we hit the hallway and find Cade dressed all in black. "Let's go," he barks, spinning away from us and marching out of the house.
"What about the others?" Alex asks as he climbs into Kingsley’s Range Rover. Much to his irritation, I take the passenger seat, seeing as it looks like this little mission is just the three of us.
He glances over at me as he puts the car into drive, his lips pursed in frustration.
I smirk at him.
We're equal now. Unless you look at the history books, which suggests that once upon a time the Easton line reigned supreme, not Kingsley.
My chest puffs out in triumph when he focuses his attention back out the windshield. The second we pull away from the house he turns the stereo on and blasts Bring Me the Horizon loud enough to ensure we can't have a conversation.
