Page 22 of Truths

Max clenches his fists. “No, but neither of us are upset I got them. But the truth is, she wasn't going to give me a chance because of you. Because she knew you'd react like this, and I was thinking that since you'd moved on yourself, you might be an adult about the situation. It was just wishful thinking.”

He laughs. “You're fucking my ex-girlfriend, and I'm the one out of line for being angry?”

“The two of you never had anything in common!” Max screams. “I've been into her since the moment I met her, and we have more in common than even you and I do.”

“We had fucking in common. We were really good in the bedroom.”

“There's more to a relationship than sex,” Daphne says. “You and I both know we weren't compatible in any other way.”

Glaring at her, Nelson just shakes his head. “If that's what you need to tell yourself to feel a little less guilty.”

“I didn't want to come between the two of you, but Max and I work really well together.”

“Well, I hope you like a fat ass because she's got nothing else going for her. Even her pierced nipples don't make up for the fact she's basically built like a twelve-year-old boy from the waist up.”

His words hit their mark when she releases Max's arm and can't look at him. “That's just cruel.”

“I told you to get implants.”

Max grabs him by his leather and shoves him outside, slamming him against the side of the building. “If you weren't my brother, you'd be fucking dead right now.”

“If we weren't related, I wouldn't mind you taking my sloppy seconds. And I mean sloppy. She's the worst at giving head, and her snatch is so loose it was barely pleasurable. No matter howmuch I tried to talk her into it, she never would let me take that ass. I doubt it's much better.”

His head hits the brick as Max punches him in the eye. “You don't know what you're fucking talking about. You just want to hurt her, but instead, it'll only get you wishing I killed you.”

“You're the one picking a bitch over your own brother.”

Nelson flies headfirst into the building next to the tattoo shop, and he feels his neck compress as he sees stars. “Considering the only bitch here is you, I'm picking the woman who makes me happier than I've ever been in my life. Someone who is perfect and never felt that way because her ex was a small-packing bitch-boy who needed to tear her down to feel like a big man.”

Getting up, he feels his body aching already from the beating he's taken. “You know what? I hope you two are happy together. As far as I'm concerned, you're both dead to me, and I don't have a brother.”

He walks away and needs to lie down. Sutton's apartment is up ahead, and he buzzes, praying she's home.

“Yeah?”

“It's me,” Nelson says.

The door clicks, and he walks up to her place, his body screaming with every step. That building didn’t do him any favors.

When Sutton opens the door, she stares with wide eyes. “What happened?”

“My brother's fucking my ex,” he says and stumbles into her apartment. “Apparently, I was out of line for being pissed about it.”

“Huh,” Sutton says, grabbing an ice pack from her freezer. “They do seem like they fit together.”

“Why do people keep saying that?” he shouts and takes the ice from her. “Even when she and I were together, people fucking said that.”

Staring, she pauses for a few moments. “If you're not still into her, why are you so angry about this?”

“It's the ultimate betrayal! On top of that, he convinced the club to buy her shop. I don't have to be pining away for her to feel a certain way. That not only is the club in business with her, but my brother's fucking her.”

“You said you never loved her, and you don't know that you really liked her outside of the bedroom. Who cares if she's with Max? And the club loves tattoos. That's just smart business.”

Growling, he glares at her. “You know, you sound like you're trying to tell me to move on.”

“You haven't moved on?”

“No!”

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