A Divorce He Regrets (Raina and Alexander) novel Chapter 363

KYE

“I thought you understood the mission so why would you do this?”

“It’s not the right time.” Was my curt reply, still trying to wrap my mind around how he found out.

Something is wrong. I could feel it gnawing at me before uncle Dylan even said anything more… this was the kind of wrong that sank its teeth into my spine and wouldn’t let go until it messed things up.

“Not the right time?” His voice crackled through the phone like a whip. “What the hell do you mean by it’s not the right time?”

I stood there in the shadow of the locker room, my knuckles white around the phone from how hard I was gripping it and my pulse hammering in my ears. “I just don’t think pushing them now—“

“This is the perfect opportunity!” His roar bounced off the tiles. “You can take the trophy for yourself? You can destabilize the Grahams before you hit them with the main thing and you… you just fucked it up!”

The silence that followed was worse than the yelling, I had no excuse and I had nothing to throw back at him that wouldn’t sound weak. I just stood there, staring at the dirty floor drain until my vision blurred. Until I have the full details, I’ll remain silent.

“Fix it,” Dylan growled after a long pause, his voice low and deadly. “And for fuck’s same, focus on what you need to do. Stop… playing around.”

The call ended, but his voice still buzzed in my head. Playing around… did he mean Ava? Of course he meant her. He didn’t need to say it, I knew it because he never approved of me getting close to her. Well I had to find a way to get to the Grahams and she was the easiest way in.

I shoved my phone into my pocket and let out a tired breath through my teeth. If uncle Dylan was this mad, it meant that he knew something or worse… it meant that he had someone watching me. Can he really do that?

I moved around like normal, took off my shoes and powered down my laptop. No, I will not have them control my life, what was I even thinking? Deliberately, I shut off the camera, making sure to destroy it afterward. If I’m going to do this, then I’ll do it my way. No one fucking controls me.

Barely five minutes later, my phone started ringing and as predicted it was Dylan calling.

“You’ve got some fucking nerve boy,” he hissed, sounding like he would have snapped my head into two if he were with me, “cutting your signal when I’m trying to—“

“You brought me here because you trusted that I could handle this,” I snapped, cutting him off as heat finally ripped through my calm. “And I’m going to need you to continue with that trust, because I do not like that you’re not only stalking me but also watching me. Don’t push me… you know how I get when you push me.”

The line went quiet for a beat and I hung up, not bothering to hear what he wanted to say. Quite frankly, I don’t care.