Typhon

Chapter 31

Stone~

Sweat was dripping all over my body, and my muscles were burning with the strain that I was putting them through, but I wasn't done. In fact, I wasn't sure that I'd ever be done. I was afraid that if I stopped punching this bag, or stopped lifting the bench bar, or stopped working the barbells, or stopped running on the treadmill, then I'd go looking for Rylee and kill her.

After I'd left her motel room, four hours ago, I had come straight home and hadn't left the gym room since. When I'd bought this place, I had converted the third bedroom into a gym, and thank fucking God for that foresight, because another person that I wanted to go out and kill was August Remington.

I. Wanted. To. Kill. That. Motherfucker.

While I'd taken full responsibility for not trusting Rylee and the way that I'd treated her, I knew that August was behind the stunt that Laney had pulled. Whatever August was up to, Laney was his pawn, and he had used her spectacularly. I just didn't know what Laney had to gain from it yet. I knew what August was hoping to gain, but I didn't know how any of it benefited Laney.

Stepping away from the punching bag, I took a drink of water, then walked a slow lap on the treadmill to wind down. Once I was languid enough, I grabbed my phone off the utility table, then dialed Chicago.

"What's up?" he answered after the third ring.

"I need a further detailed background check on Laney Spinner," I told him.

"How detailed?"

"I don't need facts," I told him, and I knew that Chicago automatically knew what I was hinting to.

I didn't need facts about her life; I already had those. When I had run background checks on the initiating class, they'd been thorough. What I needed was motive as to why Laney would help August break me and Rylee up. So, for that, I needed someone to hack into her phone and social media accounts. I needed correspondence between Laney and August, or Laney and anyone that could shed some light on her motives.

"How soon?"

Since I planned on destroying Rylee's life beginning on Monday, the sooner the better. However, I knew that it would take a couple of days, and trusting a hacker went both ways.

"As soon as you're comfortable," I told him.

"No problem," he replied, and with that, he hung up, so that he could get to work. Chicago didn't dick around.

Hanging up, I headed towards my room to take a shower, and hopefully quiet my demons, though I really didn't see that happening.

Rylee had fucked me up good.

Still, I had to give the girl some serious credit; talk about fighting fire with fire. Just like she'd thought last night had meant something special until I had pointed out differently, she'd done the same to me.

When Rylee had let me kiss her, I'd really believed that it'd been because she was going to forgive me and try to make our relationship work. Then, when she had dropped to her knees to swallow my cock, I had stupidly believed that she had forgiven me. Even when she'd gotten the condoms out of her purse, though I'd felt reservations over using them because of what they'd represented in my mind, Rylee had given me the sexiest smirk when she had declared how we'd been ready with the condoms, and after that, I hadn't given it any further thought. Finally sliding inside of her had felt like the final piece of the puzzle clicking in place, and I'd been declaring victory in my mind already.

Then she had referred to herself as one of my sluts; like the kind of slut that deserved what I'd given her last night.

So, now we were in a full-blown war, and it was one that I couldn't afford to lose, no matter how much I loved her. Or maybe it was because of how much I loved her that I couldn't lose. As stunning as she was strong and brave, I'd take her broken and defeated just the same. However, it really was a shame that it had come to this. Together, Rylee and I would have ruled the world.