Chapter 22: The dutiful son cliché

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​Real Time ​I swirled the scotch in my glass, the ice clicking against the crystal. The flashback left a sour taste in my mouth that even the expensive alcohol couldn't wash away. I had lied to Jax. I had lied to Theo. But worst of all, I had betrayed the only person who had looked at me and seen a human being. ​"You look like you're plotting a hostile takeover, Cole. Or perhaps you're just bored." ​I didn't need to turn around to know it was my mother. Her voice was like a violin string stretched to the breaking point—elegant, but capable of snapping. ​I turned, putting on the mask of the dutiful son. "Just taking a moment of air, Mother. It’s a successful night. The Sterling merger seems to be the only thing anyone can talk about." ​She stepped up beside me, her eyes scanning the cr

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