Akito pov
I've been staring at the phone in my hand for the last twenty minutes but I can't seem to make myself dial Eliott's number, i'm in my bloody forties but I feel like a teenager about to get scolded. What a f*****g mess and how the hell am I going to get out of this? Sloane is seriously pissed off and I understand why but until I get the information I need from Claire I can't do what I really want to do and rip the b***h apart. I just hope I can smooth things over with Sloane and at the same time hope Eliott doesn't kick my ass for pissing his granddaughter off.. again.
"s**t" I mumble to myself as Eliott's name flashes on the screen of my ringing phone.
"Well I guess I can't hold this off any longer" I mumble again as I answer the phone and place it to my ear.
"What the f**k d
