Chapter 29

King POV

As soon as Alyssa retreats upstairs, I nearly lose my shit. I follow Gray outside, trailing behind him and his annoying-ass wife. I can feel the fury surging through me as he opens the back door of Alyssa’s car and ushers Christine inside.

Mason’s got the unfortunate task of dropping them off. Poor bastard. But better him than me—I don’t have the patience for that bullshit.

Gray meets me back at the doorstep, still fuming from the conversation with Alyssa.

When she started crying—when Gray made her fucking cry—I had to fight the urge to pull her into my lap and comfort her right in front of her brother. I’ve never wanted to break his jaw so badly in my life, but I guess seeing her in pain does something to me. It makes me want to go on a goddamn warpath.

It’s not like I’m afraid of Gray, but I know starting shit will only lead to more conflict. I don’t have the time or patience for that. Otherwise, I’d gladly tell him I’ve fucked his sis