Hunter’s POV:
I never wanted to be the kind of brother who wished badly for his own blood. I’ve always wanted the best for him. At least, that’s what I told myself.
But after hearing what Stefano just said, I realize maybe I was better off in the silence of his absence.
At least when he’s gone, I don’t have to deal with the chaos he leaves behind. If he thinks he can just walk in, vanish, and then reappear whenever it suits him… he’s wrong. Dead wrong.
“You’ve got to be joking, Stefano.”
He doesn’t even flinch. Instead, he smirks and lets out a low chuckle. “Joking about what? That I couldn’t care less about what you think? Or that I’m here to take my son back?”
“Really? That’s it? No explanation?” The words tumble out, and I shoot to my feet before I even realize I’ve moved. My fis
