Page 117 of Forgotten Comeback
“If you already know the answer, then why are you asking?” I snipe.
“Is your girlfriend going to be a problem?” John asks.
“Is your boyfriend going to be a problem?” I counter, shoving his phone back at him.
“Yes,” Inferno interjects.
This time, it’s John who flies over the desk, taking Inferno to the ground.
“I’m out,” I say, getting tired of the bullshit around here.
I’ve got enough bullshit of my own.
Stepping outside, I begin to my car, when a loudboomlifts me from my feet. I’m slammed against the brick wall.
Smoke billows from the burnt-out shell of my car.
Inferno and John appear, with Inferno wailing. “Get inside,” John tells his twin calmly, holding him by the shoulders.
“I’m going to burn the Parisis to the fucking ground!” Inferno bellows.
“Let’s go,” I agree, pulling myself up and giving my head a little shake.
“Nobody’s going anywhere,” John says firmly, shoving a fire extinguisher into my hands.
I spray down what was once my pristine car, my hands shaking with rage.
First my girl and now my car?
Fuck John’s peace agreement. I’ll get my own revenge.
“Whatever you’re thinking, the answer’s no,” John tells me.
“We had the upper hand. We could’ve gotten you out with the trade of Fabio’s wife, but you said you had it under control. This doesn’t look like control to me!” I rage, flinging the empty extinguisher against the wall.
“Gavin’s right. It’s us or them. Whose side are you on?” Inferno demands.
“Our side. Always. Let me handle this, yeah?” John tells me.
“You have twenty-four hours,” I warn him.
Then I handle things my way.
Taylor
Having arrived at the arena early, I grab my phone and pull up my messages from Kat. Now that I’ve had time to simmer down, I scroll through them.
What?????? Dominic tried to do what? Oh my God, I’m so sorry. IDK what went down at the reception, but I’m not going to talk about my husband over text message. Please call me.
The Parisi family, taking care of their own.
I continue scrolling, her last message sent earlier today.
So yeah, you never called. I hate that things have gotten sideways between us. When you’re ready to talk, please let me know. Let’s meet up somewhere.
I refuse to be threatened again by your husband, so hard pass on the meetup.
Bubbles appear, and I wait for her reply.
