The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111: 111 | Equal Footing

Sloane’s hands gripped the armchair hard enough to make her knuckles go white as she watched her mother lay out the framework like this was a business proposal instead of a conversation about sharing her boyfriend with his own guardian. The leather creaked under her fingers, a small sound that seemed impossibly loud in the otherwise silent room.

"First," Mom said, crossing her legs and settling deeper into the couch like she was running a board meeting, "honesty. Complete transparency about who’s with whom and when. No sneaking around. No secrets. If that happens again, this entire arrangement ends immediately."

Lukas nodded from his end of the couch. He looked like he wanted to sink into the cushions and disappear entirely, his shoulders drawn tight with tension that radiated across the space between them. His amber eyes kept flickering between Sloane and her mother, never settling anywhere long enough to seem comfortable.

Good. He should feel uncomfortable. They both should.

"Second," Mom continued, her blue eyes flicking between Sloane and Lukas with that sharp awareness that came from twenty years of managing egos bigger than houses, "respect. We treat each other with dignity. That means no weaponizing information, no using intimacy as leverage, and absolutely no deliberate attempts to make anyone feel less important." Her voice carried the same measured authority she used with difficult clients, the kind that brooked no argument but somehow never felt cold.

"How exactly does that work?" Sloane heard herself ask, her voice coming out sharper than she meant it to. The words tasted bitter in her mouth, edged with the kind of frustration that had been building since she’d walked into the kitchen and found them pressed against the counter like teenagers. "Because from where I’m sitting, you’ve already got two weeks of a head start. That feels like leverage to me."

"Which is why we’re having this conversation now instead of letting it fester." Mom’s tone didn’t shift, but something in her expression softened slightly, the professional mask slipping just enough to let genuine concern show through. "Sugar, I know this isn’t fair to you. I know you’re hurt. But if we’re going to make this work, we need to establish that going forward, everything operates on equal footing."

"Equal footing." Sloane repeated the words like they might make more sense the second time. They didn’t. The concept felt as foreign as trying to explain color to someone born blind. "How is anything about this equal?"

Lukas shifted on the couch, his amber eyes locked on her face with an intensity that made her chest tight. "Sloane—"

"Don’t." She held up one hand, cutting him off before he could finish whatever placating thing he was about to say. Her palm faced him like a shield, trembling slightly despite her best efforts to appear composed. "You don’t get to tell me how to feel about this. Not after yesterday."

"That’s fair," he said quietly, his voice rough around the edges in a way that suggested he’d been swallowing words all morning.

Mom waited a beat, letting the tension settle like dust after an explosion before continuing. Her patience was absolute, practiced from years of navigating conversations where every word carried weight. "Third boundary. Sloane’s comfort takes priority during the adjustment period. If something’s too much, we stop. No questions asked. No guilt trips. We pause and reassess."

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