Chapter Twenty-Four
Gracen
Ethan wasn’t home. The fucker.
I stood outside his door, frowning at it, with my hands on my hips, wondering what to do next. I really couldn’t wait until he returned before I killed him, though. He’d already gotten away with what he’d done for over a year now.
Sighing out my aggravation, I yanked my phone from my pocket and ignored the incoming messages from Bella and Fox. I didn’t have any from Yellow, probably because we hadn’t gotten to the point where we’d exchanged numbers yet.
We definitely needed to do that.
But later.
Typing into the search box for my contacts, I hissed, “Yes,” when I found the fucker’s name. I knew being lazy and forgetting to delete certain people from my address book would come in handy someday.
I clicked on his profile and sn
