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Sarah smiles wide as I pass, and I squeeze her arm. I heard her story—of her and Snake, and honestly, my heart hurts for her. I couldn't imagine losing my brother or sister, but Sarah’s sister passed from cancer not long ago. She struggled to grieve, because her parents, especially her momma, leaned on her, all while Snake was a dick toward her.

Snake's lucky she gave him another chance after he believed the crap said about her by jealous women, instead of actually going to the hospital to see things for himself.

Sighing, I pass five doors before coming to James', which is, for some reason, wide open.

He never leaves it open….

I furrow my brows and look through the doorway, expecting him to be sitting at his desk, only to come to a halt.

I can feel my heart pounding, my hands beginning to sweat, and pain hits me hard.

James' is gripping the hips of some woman with long black hair, her hands gripping his cut, their lips meshed.

This…can't be happening.

Please, tell me I'm dreaming….

The woman moans, telling me I'm not seeing things, and I gasp, my eyes tearing up.

"I have fallen so deep for you; I feel like I can't breathe until you're in my arms…."

I blink, his words from two nights ago hitting me hard.

A part of me wants to run in there and scream at him, hit him, but the other part of me wants to curl up into a ball and cry.

Shaking my head, I turn and rush down the hallway, wiping away my tears, and deciding to choose option number two.

"Brook, are you okay?" Sarah asks as I run past her, but I don't answer. Instead, I zero in on where my brother is. He's laughing at something Sniper said.

More tears fall, and I quickly wipe them away, making eye contact with Carol.

The bitch is grinning.

Of course, she set me up. She knew I wasn't good enough for her son, and she was right because, if I was, he wouldn't be in there kissing some other woman that she clearly likes better than me.

God, she knew what was going on there, and she sent me there ….

I grit my teeth, my eyes hardening. I hate myself for giving in to him. This is what I didn't understand. Why give yourself to someone who could cause this much pain?

Daddy lost my birth momma, and I heard the stories before Grams died; Daddy went off the deep end to the point I was nearly put into the foster system.

He nearly lost me, the house, the business, everything, because of the pain, only to go ahead and find another love, one that is stronger. He's risking going through that pain again.

I won't do that...

I shake my head and storm over to Ollie. He looks my way, grinning, but it soon disappears when he looks into my eyes.

This is the thing about my brother and sister; they know when I'm upset.

His eyes harden as he steps toward me and asks, "Are you okay, Sissy?"

I give him a small smile and whisper, "We, uh, need to leave, kiddo, is that okay?"

He nods, taking my hand, when Eagle steps forward, looking confused, but I ignore him, making eye contact with a gleeful-looking Carol.

My anger takes over, and I sneer at her, "You're a heartless bitch."

The club quietens, and Eagle growls, "What the fuck did you just call my old lady?"

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