To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 333

Chapter 333: Cactus love

ALDRIC

I slapped the door behind me hard enough to feel the impact travel up my arm. The sound was sharp and final and exactly what I needed. I stood there for a second, breathing, my palm still flat against the wood.

Then I pulled my phone out and dialed Madeline again.

It rang. It kept ringing. Then it went to voicemail. Again.

"You think this is a game?" I said into the phone. My voice was low. Controlled. I was good at that. "You think you can just walk away from me? From this? You know what happens when people try to make moves without my express permission. You know exactly what happens. So pick up the fucking phone. Pick it up now. Or I will make you regret every single breath you take from this moment forward."

I ended the call.

My hand was shaking. I looked at it. I made it stop.

I dialed again.

Same thing. Ring. Ring. Ring. Voicemail.

"Madeline." I kept my tone even this time. Almost pleasant. "I am calling your father next. And when I do, I am going to tell him exactly how his daughter has decided to become a liability. You know what that means. You know what I will do to him. So whatever little fantasy you are living in right now, whatever you think this is, end it. Call me back. You have minutes. Not hours. Minutes."

I hung up.

I looked at the phone in my hand and I wanted to throw it. I wanted to watch it shatter against the wall and hear the crack of the screen splitting apart. But I needed it. I fucking needed it.

I scrolled to Valentine’s name then and immediately hit call.

It rang twice. Then a third time. Then I heard a click and his voice came through, thick with sleep and irritation.

"Oh," he said. "I wonder what threat this is about now."

"It seems your daughter has grown wings," I said. My voice was sharp, yet it still.manged to sound clipped. "Or maybe she is just now tired of it all and decided becoming unfaithful is the way to go. Because she has disappeared from here."

There was a pause. Then Valentine laughed.

It was not a polite laugh. It was the kind of laugh that said he thought I was fucking with him. That he thought this was some kind of joke.

"Is that a joke?" he said.

"You think I make jokes? You should know me better than that warlock."

The laughter stopped.

"If she is with you or heading towards you," I continued, "call her back now. Or I will not waste time punishing you."

"Do not be rash." His voice had shifted. It was awake now. Focused. "She is not here."

"Then where the fuck is she?"

"I do not know. But Madeline knows what is at stake. She would never pull something so stupid."

"I do not think she does," I said. I turned and paced toward the window. The light was too bright. It hurt my eyes. "I do not think she does at all. Because if she did, she wouldn’t have a made a move so stupid and reckless against me. No fucking way!"

"I will call her," Valentine said quickly. "I will speak sense into her."

"You better. You have an hour. I want responses. Stat. Or else. Well... you know what else."

"Now come on, man. Do not be rash and—"

I cut the call.

I stood there staring at the phone. My chest felt tight. I dialed Madeline again.

It rang. It went to voicemail.

I pulled the phone back and looked at it. My arm tensed. I could throw it. I could send it straight into the wall and let it break into a hundred pieces. But I needed it. I still fucking needed it.

I lowered my arm. I shoved the phone into my pocket and pressed both palms flat against the desk. I leaned into it. I made myself breathe.

Something had to have happened. That was the only way this made any sense. Something had moved her out of reach and no one at that fucking table had acted like it mattered. No one except me.

The door opened.

I turned fast.

Ronan stepped inside. His face was drawn with concern and he moved toward me without hesitation.

"Are you alright, Father?"

My eyes widened. "Are you insane?" I crossed the room toward him in three strides. "Why would you come in here in broad daylight? And why would you call me that here?"

He stopped. His expression shifted. "I... I was... I was just worried."

"You think I need you barging in here at the start of the fucking day? You think that is smart? Get out. Leave. Now."

His face changed. The concern drained out of it and something else took its place. Something wounded. Something I did not have time for.

But I was supposed to. Because apparently, it was the fatherly thing to do. And I knew a thing or two about vindictive wounded kids.

"I am sorry," he said. His voice was flat. "I did not mean to offend you."

He turned and started for the door.

"Wait." The word came out harder than I meant it to. "Wait."

He stopped. He did not turn around.

"I am sorry." I ran a hand through my hair. "I am sorry. I am just..."

"I know. I was doing too much." He then opened the door and walked out.

I took a step forward. "Ronan."

But he was already halfway gone. The door swung shut behind him and I heard his footsteps recede down the hall. Then I heard them stop. I heard a soft exchange of voices. I heard the footsteps start again, faster this time, moving away.

I stood there.

Then the door opened again.

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