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I ran my hands over my head, trying to stay sane. I reached for my phone and searched for Wyatt’s number.
The ring echoed in my ears before I heard a deep voice through the speaker. “Boss?”
“What’s the status? Did you get the perp?” I asked, my tone dark.
“Not yet, boss.”
I clenched my teeth, taking a deep breath. “Send someone to the hospital. I need someone to watch over Callan twenty-four seven. I’ll text you the address.”
“I’m on my way, boss. I’ll be there in fifteen. I figured you’d need me there.”
“Thanks, Wyatt.” I hung up the phone, but I didn’t even have the time to put it away before it rang in my hands.
“Fuck me,” I hissed, seeing my father’s number. He was the last person I wanted to talk to right now. I exhaled deeply before answering, “Karl?”
“How’s Callan?” His tone was flat. I was surprised he even asked.
“He needs a blood transfusion.”
“At least he’s not dead.”
No shit.
“Is that all?” I asked, glaring at the city that never sleeps through the hospital window.
My father scoffed. “Don’t fuck with me, Shane. You know the reason I’m calling.”
Of course, I knew. The moment I saw his name on my phone screen, I knew it was about Melanie. Or rather about me proposing.
“Can we not have this conversation right now? Over the fucking phone while my friend is fighting for his life,” I hissed, anger rushing through my veins, but I kept my cool.
A few seconds passed before I heard his voice again. “Dedrick Atwood is coming to the hospital to take Melanie. He raised hell after you left. Obviously not too fond of the idea of you being his son-in-law,” he said sarcastically, and I started to believe Karl could approve of my plan after all.
“I’ll deal with him,” I replied dryly.
“Good. We’ll talk about your misdeed in private. After all of this calms down.”
Misdeed? He’s fucking ridiculous.
“Wait. There’s one more thing,” I stated, looking around to see if Melanie was in sight. “Did you invite Sofia?”
“Son.” He didn’t have to answer. I knew him far too well. I was boiling inside. I knew my father was wicked, but I didn’t think he would bring my ex back for whatever reason. “I thought the sight of her would help you remember you shouldn’t trust a woman.”
I nodded, clenching my teeth before ending the call. He was such a hypocrite. He would stop at nothing to get what he wanted.
“You okay, boss?”
I turned to face Wyatt, who watched me clenching my fist as I fought the rage growing in me. I knew my father wouldn’t approve of my relationship with Melanie. And I knew he would try his twisted games to separate us, but that was a fucking stab in the back.
“I’m fine,” I growled.
Wyatt knew me quite well. He was my second most important man after Callan. He could read me and learned when to speak and when to let go.
“How’s Callan?” he asked, diverting the topic.
“He lost a lot of blood. Needs a transfusion. What blood type are you?”
“Onegative,” he replied.
