#Chapter12
PYKE
/"WHAT THE FUCK was all about back there, Xandry?/" I grab his front shirt and push him against the wall strong enough that knocks the air out of his lungs. What he did in front of Camila is unacceptable.
/"Whoa! Calm down. I was just messing with you./" He raises his hands.
We’ve been like brothers since we were just kids. If he ever crosses the line again I will not think twice to punch him and break a bone or two of his face. Thank, God, he got the message that I’m trying to send him back there.
Taking a deep breath, I release him.
/"I was not gratified with what you did back there. She could’ve had suspected what was that all about./" I release an exasperating sigh.
/"So, that’s her, huh?/" He cocks his brow and curves his lips into an infuriating smirk. His words give a painful lurch in my stomach.
/"Don’t, Xandry,/" I warn him.
/"Don’t what?/" His smile grows wider.
