#Chapter 125: The Pact To Take Down Chloe

Beau storms over to where Wyatt is standing. The confident bastard doesn’t once look back at me to make sure I listened to him. That’s his fault. He should have known I wasn’t going to stay put. “Something you want to say, Wyatt?” Beau asks. I come to stand beside him, and he sighs, long-suffering, when he sees me. But he doesn’t call me out, thank the Gods. Maybe because we are in front of Wyatt. “No,” Wyatt says. “Though I do find this whole thing rather comical.” He motions between Beau and me. “There is no thing,” Beau says. “Sure.” “He means it, Wyatt,” I say. “Stay out of this, whore,” Wyatt snaps. Beau starts to growl. “Watch your words.” Wyatt glares at Beau. “No thing, huh? Then why are you so pissed?” “Because I hate that fucking word, and what you are trying to imply with it.” “What difference does it make, when I’m talking about the Nanny?” Wyatt asks. “You think she doesn’t deserve worse? Look what she’s done to my family. The same thing that she’s trying to do