The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 390

Dylan arched an eyebrow. “So why’d he beat you up?”

“It was all because of Raina!” Fitch spat, grinding his teeth in frustration. “Can you believe it? Samuel didn’t even get his own hands dirty—he just told his guys to do it. I was just standing there, and suddenly a whole group rushed me, punching and kicking like maniacs. And where was Samuel? Sitting in his car, watching from a distance with that smug, untouchable look on his face. God, it made my blood boil.”

Leaning back in his chair, Dylan looked on with an amused, almost detached expression, as Fitch recounted the story, wincing and scowling.

“And after they finished, Samuel actually got out and told me to stay away from her. Said I wasn’t allowed to go after her anymore.”

He hadn’t named names, but who else could “her” be except Raina?

Dylan asked, “So why are you here? You want me to take revenge for you or something?”

Fitch fixed Dylan with an intense glare, his meaning obvious: Aren’t you supposed to be my best friend? Shouldn’t you have my back? I’m fuming here—I need you to stand up for me.

In Fitch’s mind, that’s how brotherhood worked: real friends backed each other up, especially in situations like this.

But Dylan just shrugged. “I’m not getting involved in your mess with him.”

Fitch clenched his fists. “Aren’t you supposed to be my friend?”

Dylan raised an eyebrow. “Well, he’s my friend too.”

That hit Fitch like a bucket of ice water.

He’d always been a little wary of the Thomsons, and after what happened, he didn’t dare confront Samuel directly. That’s why he’d come to Dylan in the first place.

But clearly, Dylan wasn’t the ally he’d hoped for.

“You coward. You’re just scared of him!” Fitch tried to rile Dylan, but he didn’t take the bait.

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