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He sighs, looks her way, and says, "Go talk to her, brother."

I nod but guilt and anger still swarm me.

Pushing off the bar, I walk her way as the soon-to-be dead fucker kisses her head, and walks toward the bathrooms.

I grit my teeth when he passes, giving me a head nod.

Fuck, the urge to shoulder-check him is high.

Shaking my head, I follow Brook as she walks toward the front door. She doesn't look back, but I know she knows I'm following her. Her shoulders are tense.

Our bodies are in tune; they always have been.

When I walk through the door, she's standing with her back to me, her shoulders hunched over, arms crossed over her chest. I tilt my head, waiting, even though I would rather walk up behind her and wrap my arms tightly around her.

"Are you just going to stand there and not say anything?" she whispers.

I hum and lean against the metal wall, stating, "Not sure what to say right now, Angel, not without taking my anger out on you…. You've come to my brother's wedding with a date."

She flinches and whispers, "Just like you did with your ex," not denying it, pissing me off.

I scoff, push off the wall and stalk toward her, and say, "You know that's bullshit. I want fuck all to do with the bitch, and yet, here you are, with another fucking man! You didn't even hear me out; you just fucking wrote me off like I meant fuck all to you!" She shakes her head, looking up at the sky. My anger heightens to fury when she doesn't bite. "What, nothing to say?" Her quietness continues. My fucking fury takes hold, and right about now, deep down, I get it; I should just walk away, or I don't know, maybe walk over to her and wrap my arms around her, tell her how much I love her, but instead my guilt over what I did takes over, anger that she threw me away without confronting the situation head pulling me down. I snap, "I never knew you were such a fucking whore, Brook!"

She flinches, her head turning my way in shock, her eyes wide.

I regret my words instantly.

I go to speak up again, to apologize, to fucking beg her to love me, but her eyes tear up, and she whispers, "If I'm a whore then I'm the whore you broke by keeping your ex around."

Her words are quiet, yet they cut fucking deep. I don't want Nina here, but Momma has a mind of her own and is still letting her stay. I don't know what she expects me to do.

"Hey Princess, you ready to go?" a voice behind me says, and I tense. Fury radiates from me, and as he walks past, I have to fist my hands to stop myself from grabbing the dickhead.

Brook keeps eye contact with me when she nods, then whispers, "Yeah Ty, I am ready," before walking to a black sedan, taking my heart with her.

I watch the fucker open the door for her, then click her in. He shuts the door, his eyes coming my way, and I narrow mine when he smirks.

Whistling, he twirls his keys on his finger, rounding the car before stating loudly, "Well, hopefully, Brooky will be alright on her own at her apartment while I'm off to meet a buddy in about an hour…."

I raise a brow at him, but his smirk widens, before he climbs in his car, and reverses out of his spot, driving through the club gates.

Did he give me the green light to go see Brook?

Isn't he with her?

What the fuck?

An hour later, I'm sitting astride my bike outside Brook's apartment. The sedan isn't here, deepening my confusion about their relationship.

Biting my bottom lip, I climb off my bike and round the building, heading to the side, and climbing the metal stairs.

When I get to her red door, my palms start to sweat.

I called her a fucking whore….

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Grunting with frustration, I lean my palms against the door frame. I know she knows I'm here. The ball is in her court as to whether she opens the door, and well, if she doesn't, then I'll be breaking the fucking thing down.

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