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"If she were mine before, this shit wouldn't be happening and I wouldn't need to dip into my trust to pay those assholes to clean it up." I don't like this any more than they do, but I don't have any other options that can ensure we all stay out of jail. We also still need to find fucking Ridge and get his ass into rehab before he gets me arrested.

“What assholes?” Dax asks as he watches the three of us stare at each other.

"Nothing that concerns you, little brother," I mutter.

He stares at me, but I don’t say anything more than that. He doesn’t need to know who we have working on getting the video back. He just needs to tell me what the fuck he is doing here. I don’t like playing games unless it’s with Bresin, and Dax wouldn’t look good in the skirt she’s wearing.

“Dax, why not just come find me? I mean, your mom made it sound like you were trying to ruin my life or something.” I finally ask the question that has been burning in my gut since he showed up here.

“I was pissed when I found out about you. Pissed I had to grow up with a mom who could barely afford to keep food on the damn table every week, while you were raised in the lifestyles of the rich and stupid.”

I raise an eyebrow at him. “Lifestyles of the rich and stupid… Never heard that one before.” I chuckle.

"You've had it fucking made. Never needing for shit. Never being in trouble a day in your life. I was envious. I wanted to know what it would be like to live like the kings you guys are. I mean, I've heard rumors about you four for years. It wasn't until I saw you guys at a party that I asked my mom who you were. She finally told me I had an older brother." He takes a gulp of his beer before continuing. “I mean, you look just like me. I never knew about my father, other than he was a deadbeat. Mom never once mentioned you, but I knew something was off all these years. She would cry in her room when she thought I was asleep. Sometimes it was like I wasn’t good enough for her and she wished I were someone else.”

I feel a part of my heart crack at that. He wanted my life, but when it comes down to it, I would have killed to have his.

“Life with our father wasn’t a fucking fairy tale. It was torture. Jefferson and Mary Bishop are anything but loving parents. They never treated me like I was family. I was more the step-child they never wanted. I spent more time at Ridge’s house than my own.”

He stares at me in disbelief, Bresin nodding. “It’s true. He was always over when we were kids. As they got older, they would stay out all night and piss off my parents.”

I laugh. We would stay out all night or check into hotel suites and charge them to their accounts, trashing the rooms when we got bored. We put their parents through hell as teenagers.

“Don’t forget the trashed suites.” Beck grins, wiggling his eyebrows.

Bresin giggles. "Do you guys remember that party you had and the cops came? My parents were so mad because all four of you got arrested for forging their names on the room." She giggles some more.

"That was epic," Maddox says with a smirk. "I fucked those twins that night. When their father showed up, he threatened to have me arrested. My parents were pissed for months afterward."

That night was epic in an entirely different way for me. It was the first time I ever kissed Bresin Prescott. If I could go back to that time, I would. I would do things differently, though. Instead of just kissing her, I would have locked her in that bedroom all fucking night.

"That was the best night," I whisper in her ear so only she can hear. A shiver crawls up her spine, and I feel her press back into me.

“See? You guys had the fucking life.” Dax all but pouts. "The most entertaining thing I ever did in high school was going to one of the parties you guys had. A friend of mine found out about one of them and we showed up. There were half-naked girls everywhere and shit. Best party we had ever been to, but after that, everything was quiet. We couldn't get information on them anymore."

The guys and I look at each other. If it were one of the parties we held, we never kept it a secret, unless it was after we graduated. Once we moved on to college parties, we didn't keep tabs on the kids below us.

"We never kept our parties quiet. The more people, the better," Maddox says, looking at me.

"Yeah, it may have been after we graduated." I shrug. The parties we had were always packed, even people from other schools showing up. "But trust me, Dax. You only missed out on that. Otherwise, our lives were no different." He thinks he missed out on some awesome fucking childhood, but he didn't.

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