Chapter 441
Chapter 441:
“I’m not coming back. I don’t care what they’re fighting about. And you need to stay the hell out of it. I don’t want you catching an elbow because they can’t manage their daddy issues p>
“But p>
“There’s nothing valuable in the studio. No jewelry. Let them break whatever they want. They’ll pay for it. Call the police. And if one of them ends up bleeding, call an ambulance. Just don’t get in the middle p>
“Okay p>
I hung up.
I’d meant to swing by Yvaine’s new shop, but now I just wanted to get home and pass out.
My lower back still ached. Priya called again minutes later.
“Police came,” Priya said. “They’re handling it. Rhys and Dan both got hurt. Dan’s worse. They’ve been taken to the hospital.” She paused. “The studio’s a wreck. Again p>
I sighed. “I’m on my way p>
I couldn’t leave Priya to deal with the mess alone.
When I got there, the street was empty, and the police were gone.
Inside, the door was still half-open, the metal frame bent slightly at the hinge.
The place looked like it had been trashed by a lunatic with a baseball bat.
Computers were smashed, monitors on the floor with cracked screens. Tables were overturned, chairs scattered, some snapped in half, stuffing spilling out.
Blood streaked the white tiles in two directions, thick and dark, already drying at the edges.
I didn’t want to know who had left it.
I got to work clearing glass, dragging chairs into a pile, picking up splintered wood.
Priya helped silently.
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We filled two bin bags before I finally dropped into one of the few intact chairs.
My shoulders were tight, and my palms burned from the cuts.
The bell at the door jingled once.
Rhys stood in the doorway.
His shirt was half-buttoned, one sleeve rolled up sloppily.
His lip was split.
There was a fresh bandage stretched across his neck, another around his wrist. His jaw looked swollen, turning a sickly shade of grey-green.
Priya shot up. “Are you insane? You just left the hospital and are already back for round two? I swear p>
He ignored her, his eyes locking on mine.
He stepped in, limping slightly.
“Just tell me one thing. You knew he was my father’s bastard all along. You kept seeing him anyway. Were you trying to get back at me?” I stood, moving three steps away from him.
“No,” I said coldly. “I didn’t know. And it’s not my problem. Your family mess has nothing to do with me p>
Rhys glared, like he was trying to burn a hole through my skull.
“Do you know what my dad just told me? Thirty percent. He’s giving that bastard thirty percent of the company. I’ve been breaking my back at Granger Development for five years, and I don’t even have thirty. And he just hands it to some nobody who showed up out of nowhere p>