Anger

BASH

I walk out of her bedroom, taking the business card with me. I know Trinity is still in the shower, but I can’t wait for her to be done.

Anger rises through my head. Why does she have a business card of that motherfucker? Sean Rexwell is not only my number one enemy but our business rival too.

Blowing a shaky breath, I stomp down the stairs after changing into a white button-down shirt and pants. I notice Edmund is already waiting for me in the living room. The card is crumpled in my fist.

“I thought you need a rest, Bash.” He catches my arm before I can walk out the door.

“I don’t need a rest,” I say dismissively.

“Well, I need a rest.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “You don’t need any. We won’t stay out long. I just need to meet someone.”

He shakes his head, giving me disapproving looked. “I don’t think I like your plan, boy.”

“Don’t dare to disagree with me, Edmund, and don’t call me a boy, or