Typhon

Chapter 29

Stone~

She looked a mess, though still the most beautiful thing that my eyes had ever registered. Her beautiful hair was down, straight around her pale face, and her eyes were red and puffy, and shooting hate my way. Still, I could work with that.

I could work with hate because everyone knew that it was indifference that was a harder defeat. Hate meant that she still had feelings for me. Hate meant that I was still able to make her feel something for me. I was still important enough to incite some sort of emotion from her, and I could work with that.

Her blue eyes rounded, and her reaction was exactly what I'd been expecting. "Do you honestly believe I give a shit if you're sorry or not?"

"The contract-"

"Fuck the contract!" she yelled.

My chin went up and so did one brow. "Are you sure about that?"

At my threatening tone, the girl went straight for my balls, and I would have been impressed had I thought she was bluffing. However, Rylee hated me enough that I was positive that she wasn't.

"If I have to let Alexander George fuck me up the ass to get out of that contract with you, I will. If I have to let Alexander, Donovan, and Jacob all have at me to ensure that I never have to see you again, I will," she seethed. "You can come after me, and you can come after my family, but don't think I won't fight you with everything I have, because I will. Because I'm prepared to."

Staring at her, I remembered thinking that I'd needed a Bonnie to my Clyde or a Mallory to my Mickey in order to achieve all the goals that I'd set for myself, but I could finally see that Rylee wasn't a Bonnie Parker.

Rylee was a Mallory Knox.

The only thing that didn't have me reacting violently to her declaration was, because for all his faults, Alexander lived and breathed The Order. Alexander would never threaten his place within the organization for interfering with a Hera contract. No one would.

I went with directness because, not only did Rylee deserve it, but I didn't want there to be any confusion between us. Not anymore. "I was wrong."

"I don't give a shit," she immediately replied.

"I'm not letting you go, Rylee," I told her. "I was wrong, and I can own that."

She let out a choked laugh. "How magnanimous of you," she scoffed. "You're a real class act, Lexington."

"I'm serious, Rylee."

Her blue eyes held my gaze, and the girl wasn't scared, that's for sure. Rylee had the backbone that I'd been hoping for, and she was the perfect mix of the girl-next-door and a fighter. She was the entire package with her looks and personality, and she was also mine, whether she wanted to be or not.

"So am I, Stone," she shot back. "I don't care about your apology. I want nothing to do with you."

"Well, that's just too fucking bad, because you're going to have everything to do with me for the rest of your life," I fired back.

Rylee crossed her arms over her chest, and she looked angrily adorable in that oversized robe, taking a serious stance against me. "Are you done?"

"Done with what?"

"Are you done with what you had to say?" she asked. "Because I've got shit to do today, and none of it includes wasting my time with you."

"I'm not walking out of this room until you forgive me," I told her. "So, you tell me if I'm done here."

Her arms dropped, then she slid her hands inside the robe's pockets. Tilting her head, she said, "Do you really think you deserved to be forgiven for what you did?" She didn't let me answer. "For all the things you've done to me since the first threat to my family to get me to the initiation night until you threw me out of your condo with enough condoms to be dangerous, and you're standing there, demanding forgiveness? Seriously?"