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“Awe, you didn’t have to go and make her leave, Oliver. She could have stayed.” Dex smirked, and my rage pushed me forward until I had him lifted out of the bed and slammed against the wall. “You have a lot of nerve,” he was able to get out before my fist swiped his jaw, whipping his head to the side.
“What I am is impatient,” I pulled him back up by his biceps and pi
Dex Sullivan was many things, but a fighter wasn’t one of them. The only time he held power was when a pistol was in his hand—aside from threats. A weapon was his single source of intimidation. And at the moment, he didn’t have a chance to grab one. He may have been powerless, but I wasn’t. Something I’d tried to teach the other three boys these past few days. It was no coincidence the way humans were created, and by learning how to fight, I’d become my most valuable weapon.
I slammed another fist into his grin, knocking his tooth out, and it embedded into my knuckle.
“Scott bought two tickets to the states and boarded a plane in Liverpool yesterday,” Dex rushed out with a mouthful of blood.
A burn crept behind my eyes as relief set into my soul. “Where in the states?” My voice cracked from emotion.
“You can’t leave, baby O.”
My hand moved over his neck, and Dex, like the pussy boy he was without his backup, withered in my hold. “Where did he go?” I screamed, my cheeks shaking and spit flying.
Dex’s eyes widened, and he croaked something out, but I couldn’t understand, so I loosened my grip from around his neck.
“New York,” he finally said in a gathered breath. “He flew into JFK.”
I let him go, and he collapsed to the floor. “He traveled with a companion,” he croaked out as I walked away. “Mia Rose Jett.” And the mention of my love’s name managed to crack me open and spin me around to face him. A cackle slipped from his bloody lips. “You’re not done, White Fox. This isn’t over, not until you hold up your end of the deal.”