Vengeance With My White Knight by Maya Kensington

Chapter 179

Chapter 179

Macro was toast–his legs felt like they were stuffed with cement

Even with the bodyguard holding him up, getting dragged around was a nightmare.

Sebastian’s crew knew how to make it brutal, locking him in a grip that kept him stumbling forward. Every step was like slogging through mud.

Then he saw Stephanie stroll in.

“Stefi, come on, help me out here!” he yelled, his voice all scratchy and desperate. “He’s turning this into some personal payback thing!”

Stephanie was chilling on Sebastian’s lap. She glanced back and said, “He thinks it’s good for you.”

That flipped Macro’s switch.

“I don’t want his ‘good!” he wheezed, barely getting the words out.

If this was a favor, they could shove it–he just wanted to crash and be done.

Sebastian’s hand was on Stephanie’s waist, his voice low and steady. “Why’d you come out here with no jacket?”

The last few days had been rough–freezing cold with a wind that wouldn’t quit.

Snow kept dumping down, piling up in the courtyard like a giant white rug.

Stephanie looked at herself and shrugged. “I’ve been inside all day. I’m good.”

She hadn’t even gone outside–Sebastian wouldn’t let her anyway, fussing she’d get sick.

Macro, still hobbling along, shouted again, sounding like a broken radio.

Stephanie peeked at his sad, wobbly self and gave Sebastian a look. “So, why’s he running again?”

“For his own good,” Sebastian said, kicking back in his chair, cool as ever.

Stephanie’s lip twitched.

She stared at him, thinking, ‘Yeah, sure, that totally makes sense.

Right then, her phone buzzed–Ella calling.

“It’s Ella,” she said to Sebastian, “Need to take it.”

“Mm,” he grunted, letting his hand drop as she got up.

Macro spotted her leaving and howled, “Stefi, don’t ditch me like this!”

“He’s not gonna kill you,” she tossed back, not even looking, a little tease in her tone.

She was thinking that, maybe this would teach him to watch that mouth.

She kept walking, phone in hand, her shoes tapping down the hall.

Sebastian took a cigar from Elliot and said, “Five more laps.” His voice was stone–cold.

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Macro lost it, stomping as he ran. “Sebastian, you’re a real jerk, you know that? I was doing it for you!“

off to the side,

him in deep trouble today.

*****

in the hall,

“Ella?”

voice came through, all hyped up. “Stefi, they’re going

line, then Lilian’s pissed off yell, “Who’re you calling a bimbo? I’ll skin you alive today!”

another voice snapped back, sharp and nasty.” got

jumped in, fuming. “Both of you, shut it! Amber, zip

kept messing with

quiet for a second–then blew up again.

family princess, huh?” Amber’s voice got real cutting. “You blind, or just into being

was roaring, “You bitch, you’re SO dead today!”

just hearing it over the call, Stephanie could tell it was a total

popped in, all giddy. “Stefi, you catching this? Loud

leaned against the hallway wall, not

you say you weren’t hitting up the hospital? What’s with the change?” she asked,

“I came for the gossip, obviously! When I heard this kind of craziness

twitch thing again. “So you’re just there to watch the circus?”

anymore, so I

paused like she was setting up a punchline, her smugness oozing through. “I

and went

quiet for

drama magnet–trouble stuck to her

meant Stephanie got to eavesdrop

noises. “Man, it’s nuts. I’m

the lights down the

earlier that she hadn’t

video. It was the hallway outside Tyler’s hospital

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Amber from

hard, their voices bouncing around like a freaking loudspeaker.

sarcasm sliced through. “The Hart family must’ve ticked off the universe to get stuck with

is one thing, but pushing her to snatch your daughter’s fiancé? What’s next–hooking her up with your son to

she swung at Amber, shaking with

shoved her back. “What, mad now? Caitlin–oops, Mrs. Hart–how do you

“What’d

smirked. “Yeah, you are. What’s the plan–let your precious adoptee hook up with your husband next? Really tie the family knot,

twitching again,

knife now–way sharper than before.

in the day, Caitlin’s cash couldn’t shut her up, and

notification pinging as her screen

madness. Amber and Lilian were scrapping like alley cats, the whole thing a disaster, like a farmer’s

floor by Amber. She hit the ground hard, flopping there like a knocked–over garbage

her

the wall, mumbled,

a train wreck

with excitement. “After today, the Hodge family’s going to want

thinking. “Kid’s that old already–yeah,

his sweetheart at Rose–Luxe,” Ella threw in, pausing for a second with a

one eyebrow popping up. “That quick,

are you?” she

I’m doing this for. But I’ve got my priorities–I’m out

the floor,

stirring the pot until it exploded.