“He’s away,” I laugh. “He works away.”
“Call him back, Little Red. We need to compete. There can only be one alpha in this town.”
“Who?” I look him up and down. “You?”
“Well… no. Kane. But I’m his second. And Spencer can be next.”
“Get the fuck outta here, Bishop. This is my bunker, and that was my target you were practicing on. You better recognize, asshole, or get the fuck out.”
“Stop swearing.” I slap Spencer’s stomach and walk away.
My phone hasn’t stopped vibrating since Troy and I hung up, so I pull it out while the guys watch me. More texts. More calls. More annoying brothers. I don’t call anyone back, but I go to the group chat and sigh. Mitchell literally yells in text.
Awesome.