>Sebastian
I imagined 50 different ways I would make Alexander Bishop suffer. At least 49 of them would land me with hefty prison time, but I didn’t care.
Why would Pinky go out with him?
She knew. She knew, and she still went.
Unless she didn’t really know. f**k, if there wasn’t some stupid part of me that hoped she just didn’t know.
My phone rang as I tapped my foot impatiently in the backseat of the rideshare. “What?”
“Don’t do anything stupid,” Seguin’s voice came through immediately.
“Too late,” I said.
“Evan and I are right behind you. There is a calm way to handle this, Sebastian,” he tried.
“No, there f*****g isn’t,” I snapped and ended the call. “For the love of f**k, drive faster!”
“Sorry, sir. Traffic is only moving so quickly,” the sheepish man squeaked in th
