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We wait for him to continue, and when he doesn’t immediately, Wyatt impatiently asks, “Well, what is it?”
“Samantha,” Lev stops. I watch as it looks like his brain is trying to compute the information he’s just received.
“Spit it out already,” I push, hoping to encourage him to just say it.
Lev looks down at the screen again before he continues. “Samantha Davenport is Senator Baker’s half-sister.”
“What the fuck?” Wes blurts out at the same time Wyatt and I say, “Holy shit, he’s a sister fucker.”
Wyatt and I look at each other and burst into laughter.
“Will you two be serious?” Lev chides.
Wyatt being who he is, replies, “Okay then, Sam’s a brother fucker.”
That prompts another round of arguments, and while they bicker back and forth on the proper course of action and why this should be taken more seriously, I tune them out and pull out my phone to text Matthieu.
Me: I need a favor.
Matthieu: Hello to you too, Asshole!
Me: Not the time.
Matthieu: What’s going on?
Me: Not here.
Matthieu: Meet me at the club in 2 hours.
Me: Copy.
Once my meeting with Matthieu is set, I look around the room and notice a now very empty spot in the corner by the window. “Where the fuck is Wyatt?”
9
WYATT
Samantha sleeping with her half-brother should be the most shocking news we’ve received to date. Instead, it’s just another thing on the long list of fucked up shit that’s happened.
Samantha Davenport has been toxic since the day she learned to talk. Was there a time some of the guys considered her a friend? Absolutely. Was I ever really among that group? Absolutely the fuck not. No matter the revisionist history she paints in her head, I’ve always seen a spoiled brat who would manipulate anyone who’d allow it. Now I’m even more convinced Lev was right, and she played a pivotal role in their kidnapping. She all but confirmed it with her part in Owen being taken again.
After the bullshit announcement that she and her brother have been fucking for years, I knew it was time for me to get the hell out of there. If I had stayed longer, I would’ve driven to her house and killed her, risking O’s life. Instead, I hopped on the jet and left the fucking east coast altogether. The further away I am, the better. Once the doctor confirmed it would be another three days before Owen would be awake, I knew it was time. I just didn’t disclose where I was going.
The closer I get to my destination, the greater the tension in my body ratchets up. I needed to distract myself. I can’t fuck this up. I’m not sure when I’ll be able to get back here. Don’t think like that. This bullshit will be over soon. At least that’s what I tell myself as I drive down the highway past the city line.
Pulling along the curb, I park between two cars, turn on the satellite radio and glance at the clock. Ten minutes.
My phone rings through the speakers, I hit ignore, but it immediately begins to ring again, and I send it to voicemail yet again. I’ve ignored every text and call from the guys. My phone goes off four more times before I realize if I don’t answer, I might miss the reason I came here in the first place. So when it rings again, I answer.“For fuck’s sake! What do you assholes want?” I bark, frustrated they won’t give me a moment’s peace.
“Where the hell did you go? We find out Samantha has been twirling on her big brother’s dick, and you disappear?” Sebastian inquires without a hint of anger in his tone.
“I had to handle a few things before Owen wakes up,” I reply.
Sebastian hums into the line, “Care to explain?”
“No.”
He huffs a laugh, “I figured as much. Just don’t do anything stu—.”
