Page 97 of Blade

“Rachel—” She punched me again.

Fuck me. She was stronger than she looked.

“You fucking kissed her, knowing you were about to leave her. You knew she would think you were dead, and you kissed her. She never told me. If she had, I never would have let you near her again. You fucking broke her!” she yelled.

“Rachel, calm down,” I urged, reaching for her.

“Brother, you’re screwed now.” Jack laughed, moving away like he didn’t want to get caught in the fray.

Samantha walked over carefully.

“Is everything ok?” she asked, looking at Rachel.

“No, everything is not fucking ok.” Rachel glared at me. “She loved you! When you came home, it pissed me off. It pissed me off because you lied to us, but I was fucking livid for her. Everything she went through, losing someone so important to her. But I forgave you. Then, I found out yesterday that you kissed her the day you died. YOU FUCKING BROKE HER, MICAH!”

“Rachel, what’s going on?”

Everyone in the room froze when Becca spoke.

Rachel and I slowly turned toward her, and my heart broke.

She looked at me, confused.

“Justin, why did she call you Micah?”

“You told her your fucking name was Justin?” Rachel again let her fist fly into my midsection.

“Cash, get a hold of your fucking woman!” I growled.

“Cash, don’t touch her,” King barked. “Brother, you dug this fucking hole.”

I looked over at him.

His glare had me seeing red.

I turned back to Rachel.

“Hit me again, Rachel, I dare you.”

“Don’t you threaten me, asshole. I’m not afraid of you,” she snapped angrily, her hands on her hips.

“Rachel,” Becca called out.

Samantha had wrapped her arms around my girl to comfort her. She didn’t know what was going on, but knew she needed someone. That someone was me.

I stepped up to her.

“Becca, remember I told you we needed to talk? I wanted to tell you this morning, but we overslept and with the run, I was going to tell you tonight.”

“Tell me what?”

She looked at me with watery eyes. She looked at me like she was seeing me for the first time.

I reached out for her, and she stepped back.

“Baby, please, let me explain.” I ran my hand over my face, not knowing what to do or what to say.

“Explain what? Why did Rachel call you Micah?” she asked again, her voice stronger.

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