Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 27 You’re Coming Home With Me

Brendan was so infuriated that his eyes turned beet red. He had never been relegated to second place by a woman before. He had never felt this way before!

“Is that how important that son of a b*tch is to you?! You’re acting as if you’ll die if you aren’t with him!”

Deirdre clenched her hands into fists. The way the maid had spoken-combined with how inferiorly he was treated in his own family – implied that he had suffered some serious bodily harm. And yet, Brendan did not give a damn about his suffering!

He had always been like this! He’d always treated everyone else’s lives as insignificant and expendable!

His apathy infuriated Deirdre. “You’re damn right, Brendan! I’ll die if I’m not with him! There, I said it! But what’s your excuse? You promised me, but did you do what you said you would?!”

“McKinnon !” Brendan growled and tightened his hold around her arms. His blood was boiling. “You just keep

testing my patience, don’t you? Do you know how easy it would be for me to make the Fullers and that son of a b* tch vanish? One order from me is all it would take. One order!”

died off when she heard his reply. Of course. The Devil wielded unchecked power in this godforsaken city. She had seen it in action before… So how

necessary silence. Necessary because it was needed to

any longer. If this went on, Brendan would never be able to possess even an inch of her heart. Grabbing

even

and her feet remained locked in place. “I’m going to see

had happened, so she had to see that

attitude frustrated him. He was not going to let these two see each other again! “You’re coming

Finally, she broke down and whimpered. “Please just let me see him, Brendan

reason she was not in tears yet was because she

desolation in her features immediately

means you will finally give up! See for yourself if that pathetic guy could really protect you!” he snarled as he pulled her into his arms. He shot a sudden glare at the maid.

immediately did as

Richard Fuller—who was at least a decade his senior-strode forward his esteemed guest, Everything in his tone aimed to please. “Oh my God, to what do we owe the honor of receiving a guest like you! I was just about to bring my failure of a son to see you! He needs to apologize to you. This is

won’t be necessary.” The difference between Richard’s cordiality and Brendan’s coldness would give anyone whiplash. “Youngsters like us get into heated confrontations all the time. It was just a silly