Page 18 of Broken Prince
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KYLO
The remnants of the dream still play through my mind, as another screeching sound cuts through my peace. I roll over with a groan, my head screaming at the movement as a stabbing pain blazes through my head.Fuck! I shouldn’t have drunk so much last night.I’ve been so fucked up since talking to Bo, I wanted some alone time. Then I had the shitty idea to have a bottle of whiskey to myself. The god-awful sound blares again, causing another flash of pain. I grab my phone at my side, my vision still blurry as I try to make out all the notifications.
I pull myself up with a pained sound, my limbs feel like they’re full of lead and my stomach currently has a washing machine on spin cycle. Dropping the phone on my bed, I rub the heels of my palms into my eyes to try and clear the feeling. The phone starts ringing on the mattress, and I grab it, swiping the screen.
“This had better be good, whoever you fucking are,” I snarl into it.
“Morning to you too, brother,” he chuckles down the line. “Not feeling so fresh this morning?”
“What do you want, bro?” I snap, the pain getting worse in my head. “Not that I don’t enjoy our brotherly talks and all that, but I’m nursing the mother of all hangovers.”
“Mom let you get shit faced?” he asks with a surprised tone.
“Ha, didn’t she tell you?” I ask amused, “She fucked off to the Bahamas for some wellness retreat or something last week. She was kind enough to leave a note telling me she doesn’t know when she will be back.”
“Well shit,” he says, “You gonna be okay on your own?”
“Yeah, I’m good, bro,” I assure him. “I don’t think that’s the reason for your call though, So what’s up?”
“I’m emailing you some shit we found on Whitlock on the secure email that Deacon set up for you,” he says with a low voice, like he’s worried someone is listening in on us. “It’s fucked, Kylo, your fears were right. Now if what you said is true about the girl, you need to get her out of there as soon as possible.”
“Fuck, how bad are we talking here?” My nerves start buzzing, I’ve never heard my brother sound like this since I met him. He’s always been so sure of himself, but I can tell he’s worried.
“Bo wants to talk to you; I’m putting you on speaker.”
“Kylo, you need to get this sorted,” Bo says with urgency, which does nothing for my anxiety.
“Bo, what the fuck is going on?” I demand, jumping to my feet. “She fucking hates me at the moment, what am I meant to do?”
“Read the files and do everything you can to prove to her you're not an arsehole, because trust me, you won’t want his plan to come into action. Axel says the crew will help if need be.”
“Bo?” I say her name, my tone timid as my anxiety spikes full throttle. “How bad?”
“Nuclear.”
“What the fuck do you mean, nuclear?!” I roar, tightening my hold on my phone before I throw it across the room.
“Kylo, her father is selling her to Warrick’s father!” My legs give way and I drop to the floor in a heap. What the fuck, why the hell would he do something like that?
“What do you mean he’s selling her?”
“Bro, read the files, and don’t do anything stupid. I’ve got a plan, all I can say is I think it has to do with the power of our family name and I need to do whatever I can to keep the pair of you safe. If I tell you I know you’re not going to like it, I still need you to trust me. Okay?”
“Yeah,” I mumble, my mind still processing the news I’ve just been given. Fucking hell, I thought my father was psycho, but going as far as selling your own daughter? What the fuck is wrong with people?
“Kylo!” Frost’s voice snaps down the phone, sounding far away. I stare, my mind racing; I see it on the floor by my feet. Someone's shouting something in the background, as he calls my name. With shaky hands I pick it up.
“Yeah,” I croak, my voice sounding like there’s a frog wedged in it.
“Trust me, we won’t let it get that far,” he says with a growl, “I promise you we won’t.”
“I’m telling you now, brother, if he tries to sell her to that fucker, I’ll kill him with my bare hands,” I snarl, my whole body shaking from the rage I’m feeling.
“Keep quiet about it and put on the Frost charm,” he says with a chuckle.
“Okay.” I end the call, my body feeling heavy now for an entirely different reason. I scrub my hand down my face.