Vengeance With My White Knight by Maya Kensington

Chapter 166

Chapter 166

Macro froze, his brain buzzing one second and blank the next.

He stared at Sebastian, eyebrows scrunching up as he said. “If he’s still alive, why hasn’t he even tried reaching Soda all this

Sebastian just looked back, not saying a word.

Why? The question sat there, heavy.

For a split second, Sebastian’s eyes darkened, and he dropped his gaze to the floor.

It was quiet in the room, with wind sneaking through the cracks, whistling faintly.

That weird call–it was Caitlin again, dialing Stephanie from yet another borrowed phone.

God knows how many phones the Hart family had burned through by now. Their own phones had been blocked, yap, all ar them

When Caitlin’s voice came through, it was wild and rough. “He’s your brother! How can you be so cold about this?”

“Stephanie, what’s your heart even made of–ice? You’re fine letting your own brother lose his hands? You- Her voice shoot hard, like she was about to lose it.

She’d already passed out once from pure rage. Now she was back, and her anger was blazing hotter than ever.

The second the call picked up, she let loose, hurling accusations like a stormi

Stephanie’s eyes narrowed just a bit, but her voice stayed cool, almost flat. “Icy heart or not, how would you know? None of you ever bothered trying to warm it up.”

People always said a cold heart couldn’t soften–but they had ever given hers a shot.

The Hart family sure hadn’t. They’d never come close, not even a little.

Instead, they’d shown her from day one how chilly family ties could really be.

Caitlin gritted her teeth, her voice snapping through the phone. “You-

Stephanie didn’t let her finish. “Tyler knows damn well why his hands are messed up.”

“Stephanie Caitlin’s voice spiked, loud and sharp. The anger in her chest was bursting out.

Leaning against the wall, Stephanie kept going, totally unfazed. “After Olivia got sent overseas, he came after me more than once. You knew that, right?”

Caitlin went quiet. It hitched, like someone had grabbed her by the neck.

“What’d you say?” she asked, her voice wobbling.

Stephanie kept her tone light. “That time I almost got snatched–you called it me being paranoid. But you knew it was Tyler didn’t you? Just wanted to cover for him.

Stephanie’s tone was breezy.

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Her words but harder, though, making Caitlin gasp loud enough to hear. “How did you Caitlin stumbled, words tangling up.

her, a little smirk creeping in. From Caitlin’s

family, she thought with a quiet, bitter laugh. Same old crap.

let out a soft chuckle, dripping with sarcasm. “Makes sense, though. If you’d protect an adopted daughter like that, of course you’d go harder for your own

like that! Yeah, he screwed up that

I’d gotten

stand hearing more of Caitlin’s excuses–her

into him? It was not like Tyler was five, and a quick yell could

was it? Even after all

up, getting shallow, like she

cops, you guys pulled strings to hush it

had nothing to say. The

in the

voice dropped, calm but firm. “And you still think I should stick up for him now? Save those hands that should’ve

that idea ages back–they should’ve

is, they’d already been smashed

cops and figured out nothing was gonna happen. The Hart family

asked.

of a bar into the

yanked a sack over his head and bashed his hands with a baseball bat, right then and

there.

fragile little thing–like a gust

ditched Fiorenza, she toughened up quick. She

she had to survive, to watch her own back–at least until Sebastian showed up, she’d

did. She’d held it together with her

people who screwed her over? She hit back

put a stop to it after, didn’t I? You didn’t even get hurt,” Caitlin said, her voice thick and whiny, like she

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out a dry laugh, one side of her mouth twitching up. “Oh, got it. So I’m always the bad guy

Caitlin fumbled. “T….

her chest like a weight had dropped

this? I’ve been trying so hard to keep things cool,” Caitlin said, her voice shaky and full

no help,

get for begging you to come back? Stephanie, tell me–what else are you

play the victim card, like it was all her fault. Her heart went cold.

She scoffed quietly to

snorted, voice still steady. “Pretty sure I’m the one who

than once. She leaned on the window,

with Olivia, then Tyler coming at her three different times. The third time, she’d smashed one of his hands–and that

lot,” she said, pausing, “but if someone messes with me, I mess

away from me. And drop the ‘family‘ act–we were

and when they fall apart, I’m the one

her tongue,

on the Harts–short,

all friendly, but it was a setup. Got her butt

stuttered, stuck on a loop with nothing

sentence out, Stephanie

Hart family? Whatever “price” they’d paid, she figured they

the Hart family would find every excuse in the book to blow up her