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"There's no way in hell he's going to help me."
Knox and I have hated each other for as long as I can remember. We're like real-life rivals. He's the villain to my superhero. Honestly, I'm probably the last person in the world he would do anything for.
"Sure he will," Zayn says arrogantly. "He owes you, remember?"
He may have a point, but that doesn't mean I want to do this.
I PACE BACK ANDforth across my bedroom, dreading making the phone call I know will give him an advantage on the scoreboard of our rivalry. Still, when it comes down to it, this is for Tye and I'll do literally anything if it means keeping her safe.
Finally hitting call, I listen to the sound of ringing before he finally answers.
"What?"
Yep, he's no different. "Knox."
"Uh, yeah?" he sounds confused. "Who is this?"
"It's Carter. Remember when I kept you from going to prison?" I rush it all out to prevent him from hanging up the phone.
A few years ago, Knox got wrapped up in something he shouldn't have been. To be blunt, he was responsible for the deaths of a handful of people. Whether or not they were asking for it by being there in the first place is debatable, but when Delaney came to me and begged for my help, there was no part of me that could turn her down.
"Fuck," he grumbles. "Yeah?"
"I'm calling in my favor."
The buzzing sound in the background stops, and it sounds like he gets up, telling someone to excuse him a second before walking away. "I won't kill anyone if that's what you're asking."
I chuckle. "It's not asking you to kill anyone."
"Then spit it out. Not everyone is an entitled brat with a trust fund to fall back on. Some of us actually have to work for a living."
"Isn't your girlfriend one of those entitled brats?" I retort.
"Fuck all this." The sound of him pulling the phone away from his ear gets me to the point.
"Okay, fine. Don't hang up," I plead.
He sighs. "What do you want?"
"I'm dealing with the female version of you, and she's out of control," I explain. "So, tell me. How does one go up against the devil?"
Knox scoffs. "You're seriously calling in your favor for dating advice? Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Are you going to help me or not?" I'm definitely not in the mood for his shit.
"Not. Have a nice day, Trayland."
"Fine," I snap. "I guess I'll just go back to jerking off to thoughts of Delaney."
He damn near chokes on air. "Do you value your life? Because it kind of sounds like you don't."
I stay quiet and he finally groans out a few obscenities before agreeing to help.
"If she's anything like you say, she needs someone to take away the control. Letting her walk all over you is only going to make her feel more powerful," he says. "Delaney got my attention by literally doing the opposite of everything I told her. And when she tried to walk away, I lost my shit."
"But you broke up with her," I point out.
"Worst goddamn few months of my life. And I only did that to keep her safe."
I sigh heavily, and it almost sounds like Knox takes some pity on me, which is the last fucking thing I want. As I sit on my bed, his voice comes through the phone again.
"You need to take control and don't give her another option. It's the only way."
"That sounds rapey," I joke, even though I know what he means. “Is Delaney in danger? Should I call the authorities?”
He groans. "Okay, fuck off now. Bye."
As he hangs up, I'm left realizing that as much as it kills me to say it, he's right. Someone who is losing control of herself, like she so obviously is, needs someone to take control for her.
I just don't know how the fuck I'm going to get it.
