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 rattled tone, Stephanie could tell she’d nailed

with a quiet, bitter laugh. Same old crap.

you’d protect an adopted daughter like that, of course

argue: “No, it’s not like that! Yeah, he screwed up that one time, but

“And if I’d gotten taken that

of Caitlin’s excuses–her ears

was five, and a quick yell

just once, was it? Even after all your

breathing sped up, getting shallow, like she was

cops, you guys pulled strings to

nothing to say. The line went dead quiet–ceric quiet.

breeze in the room seemed to hold

but firm. “And you still think I should stick up for him now? Save those hands that should’ve been toast a

peace with that idea ages back–they should’ve been gone way before today.

been

cops and figured out nothing was gonna happen. The Hart family had buried it,

asked.

Tyler staggered out of a bar into the dark, she

sidewalk when she yanked a sack over his head and bashed

there.

wing, she’d been this fragile little thing–like a gust of wind could knock her

she toughened up quick. She

softness, she kept telling herself she had to survive, to watch her own back–at least until Sebastian showed up, she’d be

with her own two hands,

for the people who screwed her over? She hit back at every single one,

but I put a stop to it after, didn’t I? You didn’t even get hurt,”

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mouth twitching up. “Oh, got it. So I’m always the bad

Caitlin fumbled. “T….

her chest like a weight

always wanted us to get along. Why do you have to act like this? I’ve been trying so hard to keep things cool,” Caitlin said, her voice shaky and

with feeling. “Olivia’s out there with no help, Tyler’s got one hand left, and the

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

her play the victim card, like it

scoffed quietly

steady. “Pretty sure I’m the one who paid

more than once. She leaned on the window, staring out at nothing.

different times. The third time, she’d smashed one of his hands–and that finally shut him

lot,” she said, pausing, “but if someone messes with me, I mess back. If you really

“Tell them to stay the hell away from me. And drop the ‘family‘ act–we were never tight.

when they fall apart, I’m the one who ends up swinging. Then you still point at

her tongue,

on the Harts–short, simple,

setup. Got her butt kicked how many times now? Still didn’t learn a thing

Caitlin stuttered, stuck on a loop with nothing to

even get a sentence out, Stephanie ran out of patience and hung

paid, she figured they

back to Fiorenza, the Hart family would find