Broken Bond by C.J. Primer

Chapter 8

8

CALLUM 

The sound of a fist rapping loudly against my apartment door rouses me from a dead sleep. I‘m a little disoriented as I lift my head from the pillow, swiping drool from the corner of my mouth with a forearm while using my other elbow to push myself up against the scratchy cotton sheets. What time is it? 

The knocking continues. 

Whoever‘s there isn‘t giving up, so I pry myself from bed with a groan, the rusty old springs of my mattress answering with a groan of their own. Finding my feet and blinking against the harsh sunlight streaming in through the blinds in my bedroom, I swipe a pair of sweatpants off the floor and stumble into them as the pounding on my front door continues. 

“I‘m coming!” I growl out, not even attempting to mask my annoyance. A quick glance at the clock on my nightstand tells me it‘s 10:30 a.m., which is about typical for my fucked–up sleep pattern. Still, with how deeply I was sleeping, I could‘ve gotten another hour in if this prick wasn‘t pounding on my door. Whoever it is isn‘t going to get a warm reception, that‘s for sure. 

The banging is getting even more insistent, only stoking my irritation. 

“I said I‘m coming!” I bark loudly, stabbing my fingers through my hair to tame my bed head and dragging my feet against the vinyl plank flooring as I make my way down the short hall from the bedroom to the front door. It‘s practically rattling on its hinges while the person on the other side continues to beat on it. 

I flip the deadbolt and turn the knob, yanking the door open with my teeth bared and a growl rumbling in my chest. “The fuck do you want?!” 

My stomach drops when I see who‘s on the other side, his fist still raised mid knock. I groan loudly and go to shove the door shut, but my stepdad sticks his foot over the threshold and it bounces off his boot, swinging back. 

“You haven‘t been answering my phone calls,” Troy says as he shoulders his way inside. I step away, giving into the inevitability that he‘s not leaving until he fulfills whatever agenda he has. “Please, come in,” I grumble sarcastically, rolling my eyes and turning away to step into the small galley kitchen just off the front entrance of the apartment. I hate having my back to him– the feeling of his eyes boring into me makes my fucking skin crawl as I step over to the cabinet beside the sink. I open it to retrieve a glass from inside, turning on the faucet below and sticking the glass 

underneath. 

closes. I bristle, gripping the

monotone grating on my

as water beads from my hand and runs down my bare chest. I take a big gulp of the water, fighting to muster my composure before slowly turning around

from just outside the doorway to the kitchen.

right back at him, unblinking, not bothering to dignify

lips sliding into a condescending smirk. Then he

let him in here. It‘s my sanctuary; my fortress of solitude. And now Fuckface is here, tainting it with his presence. I grit my teeth while I step out of the kitchen and follow him into the living room.

told me you‘ve been giving him trouble,” Troy sighs, stepping over to the beat–up blue couch and plopping his ass down onto it. He spreads

don‘t like how comfortable he‘s making himself in my

two of us as possible while still remaining in the same room. “And?” I question, settling the glass of water on

bit unnecessary, don’t you think?” He arches a brow. I reach for the water glass. “How

jaw ticks again. That‘s his only tell that my evasive responses are getting under his skin – Troy never outwardly shows emotion. “Well, it was a party at

on the wall, the heavy breaths that Troy is drawing. I grind my molars, my pulse quickening.

I 

way he says ‘friend‘. Like he thinks it‘s a fallacy for me to have one of those. “So?” I ask. Troy‘s mouth slides into that slimy smirk again. “So given Chase‘s position, don‘t you think it would be advantageous for Spencer to get closer to him?” I snort, shaking my head. There‘s the agenda. “Why is that my problem?”. He sighs, uncrossing his legs and sitting up straighter. “Because like it or not, you‘re still part of this family, Callum. What‘s good for one of us is good for all of us. Spencer has what it takes to pull rank in this pack someday, and the first step to doing that is for him to become friendly with our Alpha.” He leans forward resting his elbows on

get mixed up in anyways.” I

won‘t interfere with him being there,” he snaps, his voice still gratingly monotone. “You may not live under my roof anymore, but I won‘t have you embarrassing this family by chasing your own brother away from somewhere that he has every right to be. Do we understand one another?” I glare at him, my fists clenching on the arms of the recliner. Troy‘s eyes flicker down to them, a smirk returning to his lips. “Temper, temper,” he chides, his eyes slithering back up to meet mine. “You

problem keeping that in check.”

into his face, see the red of his blood paint the beige rug at his feet. Instead, I take slow, deep breaths, keeping the monster inside of me tightly caged. That‘s what he wants, after all for me to freak out and give him a reason to try to get me tossed from the pack again. I won‘t give him the

much – just a few pieces of mismatched furniture, a worn –out rug, a couple of end tables and a crappy old

I bite back, shooting to my feet and sidestepping to position myself between the sketches and his judgmental stare. I‘m so close to the edge that my body is practically vibrating with dark energy. It‘s one thing for Troy to barge in here and give me shit for something I‘ve done. That, I’m

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