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CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

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XAVIER

It took quite a moment before Steve finally spoke, his voice calm. Calculating. Cautious. Like he was schooling a kindergartener.

“He’s playing you, Xavier. Just like he’s been playing all of us. Just like he played you. Me. My mom. Your mom. And every other person tangled in his web. You think you’re in control, but you’re not. And you don’t even see it. You’re too busy trying to keep up with him, trying so hard to earn his approval that you do not notice the hold he has on you.” His words hit me like a slap to the face, but he wasn’t done. “ He doesn’t care about you, man. He never has. He never would. At least, not in the way you think. He only cares about his damned legacy.”

The sting of his words was sharper than I expected. It wasn’t just the fact that Steve was calling was calling me out on my blind loyalty; it was the fact that he was right. The realization hit me hard, but what really twisted the knife was that Steve was looking at me – l
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