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Breaker holds me to him. "He's a fucking dead man, Brook, I promise you…."

I sob. "I-I don't want James to know, please…."

His grip tightens, and I whimper, causing him to pull back a little. He furrows his brows and gently lifts my scrub top, showing my stomach. He curses, seeing the bruises.

"I won't tell him because you've asked me to, but darling, I want Doc to look at you."

"No, please…." I beg.

He sighs. "All right, Violet, then. She's training to be a nurse." My tears fall, and I swallow hard. Sternly, he raises a brow and states, "It's either her or Doc."

Sniffling, I grip his cut and whisper, "Violet."

He nods, taking me in his arms again, holding me while I cry.

If it was her, Carol has shown her cards and how far she is willing to go to get her own way, and worry hits.

Will she harm her own son if I seek him out?

I can't let him get hurt because of me, because of the love I have for him, I just can't….

13

Tech – Two Weeks Later

I grind my back teeth as I lean against the club's bar, watching my girl, my fucking girl, talking to the guy she's brought as her date.

How fucking could she? I feel like I'm being torn in two, like she's ripped my heart out of my fucking chest, and stomped on it….

She's currently wrapped her arms around an emotional Liv, Smokey's old lady. Our VP is due to head off for his honeymoon while his daughter stays with her dad, Phil, and his old man, Cannon.

The fucker finally got his memory back last week and straight away ensured his surprise wedding for his girl was still a go-ahead on April's 6th birthday, after planning for it for fucking months back before he lost his memory.

What a way to celebrate your daughter's birthday, right?

It was a good fucking day except for watching this fucker in front of me keep hold of my girl. Right now, he's watching her like a fucking hawk, and I'm ready to grab my knuckle straps. Instead of wrapping them around my hands and going to the ring, I want to fucking strangle the fucker with them.

Is he the guy Breaker said he saw her go home with two weeks ago?

I swallow hard, watching her smile gently. She's in a long purple and pink maxi dress, her slender arms and shoulders bare, looking beautiful as ever. Her hair is down, straightened, and the pink highlights stand out.

She's wearing more makeup than usual, though.

Is it for him?

Did she dress up for that fucker?

I look down when the guy wraps his arm around her shoulders. I shouldn't feel like this, well, I should, but I'm no fucking better, am I?

Two weeks ago, I made the biggest mistake of my life, not only did I fuck Crystal, a clubwhore, over the sink in the club's bathroom, but I also allowed Faith to suck me off at Devil's Rose bar the next day when I was drunk.

Breaker said she wasn't in the apartment long enough for something to happen. She never fucked anyone, but I did, and not enough showers can wash the filth off my skin or the guilt swallowing me whole.

"Oh yes, Tech baby, harder, harder!" Crystal screams.

I pound my cock into her ass, gripping her hips tightly as a vision of Brook’s light brown eyes hit me, and I groan, my cum shooting into the condom.

Guilt hits me instantly upon realizing what I’ve just done out of anger, and bile rises.

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