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'We killed her father and that asshole who kidnapped her.'

The phone slipped from my hand and crashed to the ground. There was no air left as I raised my head to look up at the glass door, and at the stranger looking back at me. Tears were streaming down his face.

The phone, despite the sharp crack, was still playing.

'Technically, me, Ethan and Eric just stabbed them.'

My knees gave out and I swayed, staring at the devil of a phone. How much more fucking stupid could I have been? Was I that desperate to be loved?

'Fuck, and Ryan. Carrying that burden, being the only one who delivered a deadly blow. Well, him and Tyler. Shit! How could we have been so fucking stupid?! Thank fucking goodness Tyler used his fucking mob ties for good, once in his fucking life, and got this shit covered up.'

'Matt?' My voice broke through his monologue, disorienting me as my mouth fell open.

'Shit!' He swore and the audio ended.

I needed a second. Fuck that, I needed to get out of here and get my head sorted out. What the hell had I just listened to?

Tyler had mob ties?

He and Ryan had killed my rat father and his accomplice.

They had all STABBED them.

ALL OF THEM.

I'd been living with murderers. Sleeping with them in my bed. My mother was all the way out of her mind, and even she had seen it before I did. They had beaten Marco up. Given him an excuse to contact me again.

My head became an over-pumped balloon. I was about to marry four men who were worse than Marco.

I thought I'd healed. But I was still this fucking desperate.

I had believed their lies. Fallen for fucking murderers. How much lower could I get?

Chapter 61

Matt

There was no rewind button that would send me back to moments ago, where I would take up that damn phone and throw it over the balcony. We were getting married tomorrow. I couldn't lose her. I would not lose her. Lily glared at me from outside. If anger was all I saw, I would have been able to cope, but what was looking back at me left me unable to breathe.

Grabbing the door and flinging it open, the glass almost shattered.

"Lily, let me, it was, please don't..." I stuttered, running toward her.

"Don't you fucking touch me!" she hissed.

If she walked out of that door now, I'd lose her forever. We had to get married tomorrow. I needed to make this right.

"Please, Lily." I held onto her hand. "Just let me..."

She wheeled around and stared daggers into my heart. "Don't fucking push me, Matt. Let me go. I don't have time for this."

The hatred in her eyes was justified, but fuck, my heart was shattering. Hers must have been as well.

"It's not what you think it is..." Stupidly, I attempted a lie.

Lily stopped walking. It was like she was glued to the spot for a couple of seconds. Her hands balled into fists and she shook her head. Losing the battle with patience, she acted too fast for me to make sense of what happened next. Lily grabbed my brand new vlogging camera, tested the weight of it, spun around, and threw it at me. It missed me by a hair and zoomed straight into the hotel's balcony doors.

If I had been wearing a heart rate monitor right then, it would have been beeping in alarm. She was red in the face and neck. Her clavicle muscles were bulging. I didn't think Lily had this level of anger in her. She didn't stop there.

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