Wilder didn’t answer the first time. Or even the third. I had to ring four fucking times before he picked the damn phone up.
“Hello?”
“Don’t hang up.”
“Byron? I told you to leave me alone. How did you even get my number?”
At least he sounded better than he had when he’d left Dara’s. “That doesn’t matter. Just let me know you’re okay. Are you somewhere safe?”
“Fuck you, Byron. Just stay away from me.” Then he hung up. I slammed my palm against the steering wheel and dialled his number again, but it went straight to voicemail. “Fuck! Call Bishop.”
“What have you done now?” my twin asked, mirth lacing his voice.
“Why do you always assume I’ve done something?” I snapped.
“Because you’re you. What is it?”
“I’m angry.”
Bishop went silent.
“Are you still there?” I asked.
“Yes. Just trying to figure out what you mean by ‘angry’. You’ve been angry before.”
I huffed a sharp breath. “The last time I felt this angry I beat our father to a pulp.”
“Shit, Byron. What happened?”
“I found out some things about Wilder’s past and what his father did to him and I just… I wanted to break the fucker in half and peel his skin from his bones.”
“What did he do?” Bishop asked hesitantly.
I swallowed, unable to say the words.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me,” Bishop said softly, understanding what I needed even though he couldn’t see me. “But Byron, this does worry me.”
I was instantly on edge. My twin and I were always on the same page. “What does?”
“This obsession with Wilder. We’ve finally got things right between us and now you’re changing everything again. Are you sure this is what you want?”
I didn’t like how fearful Bishop sounded. “I know you’re worried about this, but you don’t need to be. What I feel for you is different to how I feel about Wilder. I’m not sure what’s going to happen with Wilder but I’m not replacing you, Bishop. Look, can we talk about this later when we’re in the same room together?”
“Sure,” he sighed. “Whatever you want, Byron.” Then he hung up the phone and left me to stew in the silence of the car.
I turned the radio on and let the soothing sounds of Mozart smooth my frazzled edges. I was usually so confident in my choices, so sure of what I wanted, but between Wilder constantly running from me, and Bishop worried about losing me, I feltpulled in different directions. How did I choose which way to go? What did I want more?
When had my life gotten so complicated?
Chapter Six
Wilder
Ididn’t know where I was going. I’d been so lost inside my head that I just let my feet take me in any direction. I’d needed to put space between me, Dara and Byron fucking Blake. He’d been…nice to me and I wasn’t sure how to take that. If I wanted to be honest with myself, I’d liked it, but I wasn’t ready to admit that. It meant that I might actually like the asshole and there was no way I was ready to admitthatto myself. The guy was a dick.
But he’d also found my number and rang me to check that I was okay, and he’d still stayed with me at Dara’s despite finding out all that shit about me. Wasn’t that kind of sweet?
And that was proof of how fucked my head was at the moment. I found a psychopathsweet. Fuck my life.