“I've started the fights?” The words blurted from the Ostrega's lips, incredulous. Sumayl couldn't hardly believe what he was hearing, and a startled laugh burst from his lips though it was devoid of any and all mirth. “You have to be fucking joking.” Sumayl demanded, shaking his head at Jace. “Well clearly no one stopped you when you stepped down the first time,” And you should have stayed down though Sumayl did not say the last bit aloud. His anger, rare though it was, had begun to seethe under the surface of his skin like lava about to burst forth from the mouth of a volcano. “All I ever do it try to air out my issue with you so we can fucking work on fixing them but you're the one that takes fucking insult to them and then retaliates back by throwing my fucking flaws in my face acting like some pissy, spoiled three month old.” Sumayl couldn't help but wonder how in the actual hell Jace had became a leader in the first place. That Ferdie guy must have been fucking blind, in Sumayl's opinion.
“I don't need you to tell me what I am. I know what the fuck I am and unlike you I don't try to pretend otherwise. I have never pretended that I was anything more than I am. Don't tell me you don't try to pretend otherwise because if you came face to face with your flaws you would be willing to actually talk with me and figure out what we could do to fix our issues with one another instead of turning into a little fucking bitch every time I try to work out things with you,” Sumayl took a pause before he continued right on with, “Sorry you don't want to hear what I have to say, and I'm sorry I don't worship the fucking ground you walk on, and that I don't fear you but I'm not going to kiss your ass just because you think I should because you're the fucking Beta and Vienna's brother.”
“If you don't want people to misinterpret your words fucking learn how to talk to others. Especially since it's something that a leader should be able to do to begin with.” Sumayl's ears slicked back to his skull and a rumble vibrated in his chest. “You've got this so fucking backwards you don't even realize,” And for some reason Sumayl found it funny. As far as Sumayl was concerned Jace was the one always taking insult and twisting Sumayl's words to be a personal attack. “Trust me I don't give a flying fuck what you think about me so why in the hell do you think I'd twist your words around to act like you're attacking me? That makes no sense.” Sumayl didn't care if Jace hated him or was secretly in love with him. It didn't matter. He wouldn't waste his time trying to see things where they weren't and if it was all a large misunderstanding then clearly one (or both) of them needed to learn how to communicate better.
“Maybe if you acted like the leader you're supposed to fucking be when I come to you with issues I have with you instead of attacking me verbally like a small little fucking child I wouldn't need to argue back. See, I know what kind of man you are. You hate me because I don't fear you, because I'm the only one, besides Vienna, who isn't afraid to tell you things to your face. Not to mention I know you're pissed off that your sister loves me but suck it the fuck up. You're her brother not her ex-lover. Stop acting like some jealous fucking ex.” Because when he'd first met Jace and Vienna, the way Jace acted around her Sumayl had thought that they were mates.
"You know what? Fine. Whatever. I'm done. If you want to be like this then forget it; but you better hope Vienna can convince me to let you anywhere near our future children." It was a large assumption to make at this point, but currently Sumayl didn't give a shit, and with that he turned and walked away figuring it was better for everyone if he didn't stick around.