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North POV

I watched as my black iPhone flew across the trailer and landed with a thud on the unmade bed. I'd have smashed it with my fist if I didn't know I'll need it a minute again. Fuck! Mr. Blackbourne never warned me of this, and I had no idea how to handle it. I thought everything would go as with me and Victor. Why the fuck did I ever think anything involving my Baby Sang and my thickheaded brothers will go smoothly. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. Silas had fucked up and the urge to smack his god damn face was so strong it had my hands trembling. At least my Baby will be ok now that Doc was there. I went for the phone.

"Mr. Blackbourne, call for a family meeting at my trailer!" I barked as soon as the call connected on the second ring.

"Something wrong, Mr. Taylor? Also, your trailer is too small for 9 people." he said smoothly.

"Not the whole family. Just Victor, you, me and Silas. It's time we have a chat with the fuckhead." my voice sounded harsh and angry, but my emotions were too raw for anything else.

"Half an hour." Mr. Blackbourne said after a moment of silence. Then the phone went dead. After checking on my Baby and finding her with Dr. Green in the bedroom, safe and talking, I finally calmed down enough to breathe deeply and unclench my teeth. Fucking Silas!

Twenty minutes later the door opened and a serious Victor walked in, followed my a pale Silas and an impassive Mr. Blackbourne. I watched them all through narrowed eyes. Mr. Blackbourne stood rigid by the closed door and Victor sat on the black beanbag I had in front of the leather couch. Silas stood rigid in front of the window over the tiny sink. I waited and hoped someone else would start this talk. It hurt, even thou' I'd been the first to agree. It hurt because fucking Silas changed the rules on me.

"I'll pack and go. Just say the words..." he said in a heavily accented voice. His accent became more pronounced, his words more garbled when he was feeling deep emotions.

"What the fuck are you talking about??" I barked at him. Silas was a fighter, ever since I'd met him he'd fought, but now he sounded defeated. It pissed me off.

"Mr. Korba, we are here so you can explain what and why you acted as you did towards Miss Sorenson this morning. Start talking." Mr. Blackbourne's command made him turn around to face us and quieted the room. We watched as Silas took a deep breath and raised his nose, defiant. Smug bastard.

"Because I'm selfish. I saw an opportunity to become unforgettable to her and I took it. Aggele Mou is the type of girl who will never forget a first and I almost begged a few months ago for a kiss. Her first kiss. So, when I woke up and saw her this morning, I just reacted. But when I asked and she said yes, I knew I had to. Even if you kick me out of the team and I have to go back home. It'll be worth to be the first boy to give her an orgasm, the first to see her having it ..." he said in a rush, almost boasting. But we all saw his pale looking skin and the way his fisted hands shook by this side. Before I had the chance to say anything, Victor startled us all by punching the beanbag and sitting ramrod straight in it.

"Oh God! Was that what happened? Why didn't anyone tell me... that's why Dr. Green is there ..." he babbled, eyes wide with shock. I snorted, Victor was as clueless as Sang sometimes. My anger drained instantly. Even Mr. Blackbourne quirked his mouth in a small smile. Only Silas was frozen and unresponsive.

"We'll ask Dr. Green to have a private chat with you, Mr. Morgan. Right now we'll discuss Mr. Korba's reasoning." Mr. Blackbourne said calmly and Victor relaxed, looking a bit flushed and dazed. My guess was he was going over the incident with Sang and seeing it with a different understanding. He was also looking at his wide spread right hand with big, awe filled eyes. I went back to studying Silas. He saw me looking at him and flinched. I frowned and sat on the edge of my unmade bed. Then I motioned with my chin for him to go on.

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