"What are you not telling me, Oliver?" Tom asks me, his voice laced with an unmistakable controlled rage.
"I don't know what you are talking about." I turn my back to him before I walk towards the railing and look over the woods.
"Do not lie to me, Oliver Jones! Either you tell me the truth or I do it my way. And you know damn well who it involves." He hisses.
I take a slow sip of my coffee, my fingers curling around the cup. Tom can be a very cunning bastard once he feels threatened. And he likes to use people's weaknesses against them very well.
But what Tom doesn't know is that I am far worse than him. I don't let my weaknesses weaken me—not for much longer at least.
I let a practiced smile form on my lips. "Now why would you say that, Beta Tom? We are on the same team, are we not? Here I am warning you and getting you ready to face your past, and you repay me like this? By threatening me with my parents."
