Some Kind of Perfect (Calloway Sisters #4.5) Read Online Free Page B

fantasy.”
    I glare. “My nails ripping into his throat won’t be a fantasy if you would just move.”
    “Are you feeding him his eyeballs or ripping out his jugular? You can’t have both.”
    “I can. Watch me—or don’t watch me, Richard. I don’t care what you do as long as you don’t stand in my way.”
    Ryke takes a step forward. Connor sets a hand on his chest and tells us both, “Let’s remove murder from our list of options on how to handle this situation.”
    We’re both angry and upset. Of course we wouldn’t murder anyone, but we’d cause a shit storm until justice is served. In our circle, Lily is an easy target. She appears small and vulnerable, and I feel like it’s partly my role to protect her. Maybe Ryke feels that way too.
    And we failed.
    Ryke points furiously at the window that overlooks Philadelphia, blinds snapped closed. “They can’t fucking hit any of us.”
    “Security has the guy!” Lo shouts. “I told you, it’s already goddamn handled!”
    Ryke and I exchange a look of surrender, and we ease away from the door. I take a seat beside my sisters while the guys remain standing at the other end.
    Connor pockets his cell. “You’re charging him?”
    Lo’s jaw tenses. “With assault.”
    “And then we burn his balls,” I add.
    Lo tries hard not to smile. “Unfortunately the best we can hope for is a few weeks in jail.”
    “It sets a precedent,” Connor says. We haven’t been able to charge anyone for flour-bombings, and this’ll be the first time we can swing an iron gavel. It’ll make a difference, even if it’s just a small one.
    Closer to Lily, I inspect her eye. She drops the ice bag, letting me have a look. It’s terrible. Her eyelid even threatens to swell closed.
    “I’m going to kill him,” I mutter. I can’t help it. His hypothetical death makes me feel better.
    “If it’s any consolation, he didn’t actually punch me.” She squirms in her chair, red flush rising on her neck.
    What?
    Ryke stiffens. “What the fuck does that mean?”
    Lo returns to his seat. “It means someone threw a dildo at her face.”
    The room falls into a heavy wave of silence for two agonizing seconds. It only breaks when I stand from my chair, and Ryke turns towards the door.
    “Heyheyhey!” Lily yells at us, even gripping my wrist to stop me. “Hot-tempered triad, cease!”
    I roll my eyes but sit back down.
    “We need to start airing more episodes of the fucking docu-series,” Ryke says roughly. “It could’ve prevented this.”
    We’re the producers of We Are Calloway .
    We control everything. We can frame the conversation how we like.
    I remember the headlines after the first episode aired:
    Daisy Meadows Tells Her Inspiring and Heartbreaking Story . She talked about the Paris riot and growing up modeling.
    Ryke Meadows and His Lonely Past. He talked about hiding his familial ties to protect his father’s reputation.
    Lily & Loren Open Up: Relationships & Sex Addiction. They discussed, briefly, how they enabled each other as teenagers and fell deeper into their addictions.
    Connor & Rose: The Real Truth Behind Princesses of Philly . We were able to clear the air about Scott’s role during the reality show. In more detail than we ever had before.
    These were just little pieces of our overall stories, but the truthful narrative has rebuilt our humanity in the eyes of the public. People hesitate to throw vitriol and more people come to our defense, but we’re only one episode in. Plenty more will help us. We just have one kink to smooth out before we continue. It’s why we’ve gathered in this office.
    To determine whether or not our children will be involved in the docu-series.

 
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    June 2018
    Hale Co. Offices
    Philadelphia
     
    RYKE MEADOWS
    “What we decide will inevitably shape the lives of our children. For better or for worse, we can’t foresee, but we all have to make choices.” Connor leans forward in his leather chair after his ominous fucking