Chapter 140

War POV

Why do I keep agreeing to do shit for this female?

Even as I’m sitting across the street from the country club where Amanda Phillips is probably sipping overpriced mimosas and pretending her husband isn’t a piece of shit, I still can’t answer that fucking question.

All I know is that the little psycho seems to change every time I see her. I thought she was just some little broken doll, but she’s finding her fire—and learning how to use it. I’m not easily impressed, but damn. Watching her evolve is...addictive.

Logan’s voice scratches at the back of my skull, a persistent itch I can’t ignore.

You want her, War. Just as badly as I do.

Shut the fuck up, Logan.

What? I’m just saying...you think about her all the time. Admit it.

Stay in your corner.

I grit my teeth, glaring at nothing in particular.

I don’t bother you this damn much when you’re in control.

I’m barely ever in control when you’re around her,