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15
WYATT
I’m going to filet Samantha!
I wonder if I throw her dismembered body in a fire if her plastic parts will melt?
I don’t think I’ve ever hated someone so much in my entire life. She’s a fucking poison that, unless handled properly, will kill you. I need her gone like last year. Worse than any rat infestation or global-like pandemic. She festers until you annihilate her.
Pulling out my cell phone, I text Lev.
Me: Any progress?
I messaged him in class to deal with the situation. I had to wait until Ariah was distracted to ensure she didn’t see me. But at this point, even if she did, she’d probably believe I was reporting on how she reacted to the video.
When it played, I had to dig my nails into my palms and grit my teeth so as not to react. I was so pissed—I am so pissed. I knew immediately this was the work of Samantha and her minions. The question is how the hell she tapped into a feed that no one knew about except the Jacobis and myself.
My phone buzzes as I walk through the doors of our campus house. If we weren’t trying to keep Samantha from having any contact with Ariah, I would’ve complained that we decided to live in the Edgewood house, clear across campus from the Bradford house.
Lev: upstairs.
That’s it?
Sighing, I scratch my stubbled jaw and climb the stairs.
I hear them before I see them.
“No, Owen. Ariah would be devastated if you allowed yourself to be killed. Stop trying to be a fucking martyr and work with us instead of giving up,” Sebastian snaps.
He’s been a moody fucker the longer he has to stomach interactions with the viper. Shit, we all have.
“I only offered to carve her face up for this fucking stunt,” Owen huffs, tossing a knife I’ve never seen him with before into the air.
Sebastian rubs the bridge of his nose as if trying to find the patience required to deal with Owen. He’s been a testy fucker with an even shorter fuse than me.
“Which would lead to Samantha setting off the chip and killing you,” Wes says, trying to reason with him.
I take my seat as they continue to bicker.
“Okay, everyone’s here now, so shut the fuck up,” Lev demands before turning to me. “Were you ever going to tell us that you set cameras up in her room in Colorado and here?”
Quirking my lip, I tilt my head and arch my copper brow. “Nope. This was on a need-to-know basis, and none of you needed to know,” I quip.
Lev’s hands fist at his sides. “Well, smartass, thanks to your selfish behavior, Samantha was able to have someone backdoor the system.”
I close my eyes, flexing the muscles in my jaw to reign in my anger. It’s the only thing I feel remorse for. I knew Lev would have the best tech to protect Ariah from something like this. But I was so angry with them—with myself. None of us deserve her, but I won’t let her go.
“This also means you knew she was pregnant?” Sebastian infers.
I nod. There’s no use hiding that.
“What the fuck, Wyatt? Why would you keep something so pivotal to yourself? We’re supposed to be a unified unit on this,” Wes growls, making me turn and see all the hurt and disappointment on all their faces.
“We are,” I shout. “But I’ll always put her self-interest first. Like I told you last September—until I’m convinced you idiots won’t fuck this up royally, I’ll keep the shit I deem necessary from you and do so unapologetically.”
No one speaks for what feels like a solid five minutes, and I’m okay with that. I’ll never apologize for keeping Ariah safe. Fuck anyone who doesn’t support that.
Owen’s the one to speak finally. “While I’m pissed at you for keeping her pregnancy a secret, I respect and understand why you did,” he offers.
