Broken Bond by C.J. Primer

38

CALLUM

“I was beginning to think you were avoiding me,” Troy mutters dryly as he

forces his way past me into my apartment.

My muscles lock up as his shoulder knocks into mine. “Yeah, well I knew you wouldn’t stop calling until I picked up,” I

grumble.

I glare after my stepfather as he strides right into the living room like he owns the damn place, and all the effort I put into calming myself prior to this interaction is immediately wasted at the sight of him in my space. My jaw ticks in agitation, fingers twitching at my sides. I’m not fond of anybody intruding on my space, Nessa being the only exception.

That’s who I’m really doing this for. My

girl is an idealist; she can’t abide not seeing wrongs righted, so if there’s one to uncover here, I’ll try, for her. I finally picked up one of Troy’s calls this

morning and told him he could come over for a chat, though I still have doubts about Chase’s plan actually working. It’s

clever, but he doesn’t know Troy like I do. It’d take a sledgehammer for this man to

crack.

“Your mother’s hurt that you haven’t stopped by since you returned,” Fuckface comments as he sinks down onto my

sofa, throwing an arm over the back and settling in.

“I doubt that,” I snort.

He gives me a once-over, the corners of his eyes crinkling with a smile. “You’re right. She hasn’t even asked about you.” 7

He’s clearly wasting no time in trying to get under my skin. He should know by

now that I’m not phased by my mother’s indifference, though. I just shrug, striding into the room and taking a seat in the recliner on the opposite side, maintaining a detached, aloof exterior even though I feel bile crawling up my

throat.

Realizing his first barb didn’t land, Troy switches tactics. “Pity about that girlfriend of yours,” he murmurs as he picks a piece of lint off the sofa, flicking it

away.

My pulse picks up speed. Damnit. “What about her?” I grit out.

That patronizing grin of his that I fucking hate makes a swift appearance, my stepdad delighting in managing to strike a nerve. “Spencer said he’s seen her out with Miles,” he says, attempting to twist the knife. When I don’t immediately react, he presses on. “It must hurt, seeing her move on so quickly. And with one of

your so-called friends, no less.” Troy sucks in a hissed breath through his teeth, feigning a wince of sympathy. “You did the right thing, though, breaking that

off. Glad to see you took my advice to

heart.”

“We’re back together, actually,” I mutter before I can stop myself. I wasn’t

planning on revealing that little tidbit of information to this asshole, but seeing him sitting on my couch looking so smug, it just slips out. This is what he does; burrows himself under my skin until my knee-jerk reactions overpower rationality.

Troy’s brows shoot up, his impenetrable mask slipping momentarily. Then he fucking chuckles, like my life is all some big joke to him. “Interesting,” he tuts. ” Surprised you’d want her back after

another man had her.”

“You wanted Mom.” 13

I see the split-second reaction, the curl of his lip, the flash of anger in his eyes. But just as quickly as it appeared, he smooths it over, schooling his expression. “Well, I certainly hope she isn’t pregnant,” he muses. Pausing, his eyes narrow, that familiar look of hatred swirling behind them as he fixes me with a venomous gaze. “I’d hate for you to have to see what it’s like to live with another man’s

mistake.” 7

I don’t let him see it. He’s never tried to hide how he feels

I wanted his love- craved it, even. Now, I don’t want anything from him except for him to leave me the hell alone.

want from me, Troy?” I sigh,

fingertips against the

want me to

want,” he snaps, his patience wearing thin. “We discussed it the last time

right to

for Spence, just like you asked me to. Problem is, the position you were after for him has

flits across his face again.

pulls at my

indignation that permeates his features. His posture stiffens as his eyes narrow in

grin widening. I can’t help it- this guy never allows his feathers to be ruffled. It’s so damn satisfying to see him being the one to squirm for

in disbelief. ” You

not?” I

steady breath, his composure slowly returning. “Because our alpha doesn’t know what you did. I’d hate to be the one to

makes you think

I interrupt, frustration

into my tone.

it, nor the tight

back into

smile creasing his lips. “He

asked you to

had,” he says matter-of- factly. “Friend or not, no alpha would

risk by granting rank to a

loose cannon.”

the recliner as I suppress my instinctual reaction.

plan has any hope of working.

I say calmly, just as we rehearsed. “He said the current enforcers

someone who isn’t afraid to do

needs to be done. Someone with

killer instinct.”

shakes his head in disbelief, his composed mask slipping again. “You almost pissed yourself that night,” he chuckles. “Cried like a fuckin’

I wanted

tastes bitter on my lips, but I press on, sticking to the script. “And it worked, it got me out of being punished. But I knew

he barks. ” Oh, that’s rich. As

hairs on the back of my neck prickling. Somehow, I keep it together, though. Somehow, I press on, without missing a

paid to be,”

Bingo.

goes ramrod

into me. Nessa was right- it was a setup. Troy

all along.

I never see that?

that night, waiting in the wings. My mind races, and I open my mouth to

Chase let me in

had mentioned to him; the reason behind Alpha Vaughn’s suspicion of

in the past and was repeatedly passed over. Vaughn speculated that after Troy’s own failures,

likely project that onto his son, and given how close Chase and I were,

on the wall; that

be selected for pack rank over Spencer. And if that were the case, it could’ve been his motivation to push me out of the

Troy, it makes sense. Too much fucking sense to be a

think you’re so clever, huh?” Fuckface chuckles dryly, shaking his head.

snaps back up to his, and for a second, I think he’s caught onto what I’m. trying to do here. But

if you own what happened that night, it somehow makes you special? That you can use it to your advantage?” His

weak, crying when I sent you to time-out,

and she thought it was hilarious, a prank between a

son.”

Wait, what?

she died,” I stammer, trying to conceal the