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“This life never is.”

Changing the subject, Montana grinned, looking over his shoulder to the door across the hall and asked, “How long do you give them before they try to kill each other?”

Staring at the door myself, I replied, “I’m surprised my clubhouse is still standing.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Ivy

“Ivy, is there anything you would like to say to your brother?” Logic asked as I glared at the fuming mute bastard sitting on the other side of the couch from me.

After our little sibling kerfuckle, Luc and Montana ordered both of us to sit down and talk. Apparently, neither man was one hundred percent sure we wouldn’t try to kill each other. Could have told them it wasn’t a possibility but a fucking guarantee, but they didn’t need to know that.

It was bad enough that the bastard looked exactly like our father.

I didn’t want, nor did I fucking need, a big brother.

Already had enough of those around here.

“Malice?” his club brother Torment spoke up when I stayed quiet.

The moody bastard growled.

Getting to my feet, I smiled. “Whelp, boys, you heard fucknut. We’re done here.”

Malice smirked.

Torment rolled his eyes, and Logic glared at me, pointing to the seat until I sat my ass back down.

Which, in turn, made Malice growl more.

“You don’t like Logic ordering Ivy around, do you, Malice?” Torment asked.

“So, stop asking him shit.” I sighed, annoyed with the whole situation. “He isn’t going to talk, and neither am I.”

Logic leaned forward and smirked. “Oh, you’re going to talk, even if I have to bring Luc in here. You think this is a joke, Ivy? You’ve just learned you have a brother. A biological brother who looks exactly like your father.”

Malice growled. “Genetic material.”

“Yeah, what he said.” I smiled, thumbing my finger toward fucknut.

Logic groaned. “Ivy, you need to talk this shit out. This is a big deal. You have a brother. A blood relation. You two look alike. Tell me how that makes you feel?”

Rolling my eyes, I looked at fucknut. “They make you do this shit, too?”

My brother shook his head. “I’m a licensed child therapist.”

“Oh, this is just fucking great!” I shouted, jumping to my feet again. “I’m surrounded by shrinks. Forget it, Logic. I’m not talking.”

“Get out,” Malice growled at Torment and Logic.

When neither man moved, he yelled, “Now.”

Both men slowly got to their feet and left the room, leaving me alone with a man that I could barely look at.

“You talk too much.”

“And you say nothing.”

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