“If
I were Owen, I’d be hitchhiking my way to California, but he was always ruled
by his emotions rather than his pea brain. We’ve already established that. What
if I’m right, Seth, and he’s out for blood? I fucked him over by calling in
Adam and Jack. You managed to screw up his plans by locking yourself in that
room. He’s not only broke; he’s been humiliated, and he’s not going to let that
go.”
“Stop
it,” Seth pleaded. “You’re scaring the heck out of me.”
“I’m sorry, babe, but if it’s any consolation,
I’m scared as well. And that’s another thing,” Bryce admitted. “I never stood
up to Owen, and the day he showed up in my office and shoved me against the
wall, I froze. Instead of fighting back, I let him intimidate me like he did in
the past. If I had been quicker to react, the cops might have gotten to you
before Owen did.”
Seth
regarded Bryce with renewed interest. “Aside from being a cheating asshole, was
he also physically abusive?”
Bryce
thought about lying to spare his ego, but he knew Seth would see right through
him, and he’d only be worse off. It took every ounce of control to stay calm
and to maintain some semblance of dignity, even as he stripped away this final
layer. “Yes, he was.”
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