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“Why does Rafe want to fight Kyle?”

She shrugs. “I think it’s over you.”

“That’s insane.” I shake my head. “I never meant to come between them.” My eyes glaze, and Gigi puts an arm around my shoulders.

“Don’t cry.” She squeezes me. “Maybe this is what they need.”

“To fight? That’s crazy.”

“This has been building for a long time… maybe before you came. I think it all has to do with Rafe’s injury.”

“Rafe takes advantage of Kyle. Is that what you mean? Even I see it.”

“Maybe a good brawl will get it all out in the open.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Kyle—

My father strolls over as I wrap my hand.

“What the hell did you do?” he snaps.

“Nothing.” I’m standing in the room the club uses as a dressing room. I’m already stripped to just my long, black, kickboxing shorts, my chest and feet bare.

He knocks my hands aside and wraps them like a pro. “I don’t like this.”

“Why not? I’ve seen enough of you guys settle stuff in the cage.”

“You and your brother have always been so close. I don’t like this—the damn cage, beating the shit out of each other.”

“Maybe it’s overdue,” I say.

“Shit hasn’t been right between the two of you for a while. What’s that about?”

“Dad—”

“Is it Sutton?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You tell me. Did you and Sutton hookup behind your brother’s back?”

“No, Dad.”

“You spent all that time together out of town.”

“Doesn’t mean I fucked her.”

“Then what’s this about?”

“This has been building for a long time.”

He lifts his chin, his eyes narrowing on me. “Since the shooting.”

“Yeah, since the shooting.”

“You’re a good brother, and he knows it. He takes advantage of that, of the fact that you always back down and let him have his way. I should have put a stop to it.” He finishes wrapping my hands.

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