He was silent, and all I could do was laugh. Hanging my head, I laughed so hard.
“I’ll come to you.”
“Oh, goodie, I cannot wait,” I said, lifting my skirt, pulling out my gun.
Who would have thought this moment would come so early? It was frustrating actually, being forced to rush or act based on someone else. But then again, I had to give Liam and Melody Callahan fucking credit.
They really were fucking badasses.
Why were my parents such shit and his so fucking amazing?
“Life really wasn’t fair to me,” I said, shaking. I was given a shitty hand at birth. Imagine how different everything could have been.
Dialing again, the phone rang on and on and on until I got to his voice message. So, I dialed again. Again and again.
“Calliope, if I don’t fucking answer the first time, it is because I’m busy,” Wyatt snapped on the other line.
“Busy with what? Setting us up?”
“What? You and Ethan both are—”
“I’m sorry, I’m kind of short on time, Wyatt. I did not call to hear you lie to me, so put your parents on the line.”
“Are you hearing yourself right now?”
“I am; are you hearing me? I am not an idiot. I have set up ambushes many times. I know what it feels like, the air changes for me, the hair at the back on my neck rises. All that special bullshit. So, I know what is about to happen. And if it does, you will live to regret every day of your motherfucking life.”
“You are fucking insane—”
“Will you swear on your precious family if I go out there that not a single gunshot will go off? Liam. Melody. One of you answer, I do not care which, just take the phone from your traitorous son.”
There was silence. And I noticed a shadow under the door.
“Who betrayed whom first?” An older man, Liam’s voice, I think.
“If you are speaking to me, that means your wife has a gun in her hand somewhere, right?”
“Are you scared?” He snickered. “You should be. She’s very upset, and when Mel is upset, the whole world burns.”
“She and her son have that in common, then. Not Wyatt, I mean Ethan. Just so we are clear. Wyatt is the reason I caught on so quickly. It’s always the small things. He needs more practice.”
“I thought you said you did not have much time? Or do you plan on hiding in the bathroom forever?”
The grin on my face widened. “You can see me? Good. I’d like you to call off your wife.”
“My son, and I mean Wyatt, is right; you are insane.”
“I don’t think any of you have the right to evaluate my mental health,” I muttered. “So, make sure to call her.”
With that, I tossed the phone onto the counter.
Just as I had thought, the moment I hung up, the doors opened and in stepped my grandfather, adjusting his cufflinks.
“I take it he’s not just going to call off his wife,” he asked, frowning. “So, what are we going to do? I have only two men outside. It’s not enough of us to fight our way out. They must have hired whoever they could off the street for this.”
“Have you ever wondered if everything could have been different?”
“Different how?”