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No!

I feel the blood drain from my face, and he nods and continues, “As I said, you need to sit this one out.” I squeeze my hands into fists as he looks around the room. “I found CCTV near where her car was parked outside the grocery store. A man placed the note on her window and then left. He was a prostitute who was paid to put it there. He thought it was a love note when, in reality,” he looks at me, “he’s threatened to kill you if you keep sniffing around her. It’s the only reason she went to Nat about the note. I hoped to investigate it without the club, but that’s obviously impossible.”

Fuck that shit! My body vibrates, and the need to hit someone becomes so fucking strong, Pitbull grabs my shoulder.

"She hates me so much that she doesn’t want me to get involved, yet she’s trying to protect me?” I snap.

Anchor chimes in, “She doesn’t hate you, Oliver. She’s loved you since she was thirteen, something you knew. You fucked her, and she thought she finally had her happily ever after, but instead, you broke her heart and fucked her friend, the same friend who has now declared she’s pregnant with your baby.”

I flinch, and Steal states, “Andrea saw how Piston made Nat his old lady, unwilling to allow his unborn child to be born in a broken home like you two were brought up…. How sure are you she’s pregnant?”

That was my first fucking thought, I admit silently before I run a hand through my hair and say, “Pretty sure. She showed me a sonogram and claimed the baby was mine.”

Not that I believe her about any of it, but I can’t exactly come out and say,“Hey, I think she drugged me and assaulted me,”now can I, not without my past coming up.

Piston scoffs, “So what was your plan, brother? String Perrie along and make her your mistress while the woman you fucked, hurting her, has your child, a you force her to watch you play happy families forever and ever?”

I narrow my eyes at him. He’s my fucking blood brother, he knows me, he knows Perrie is my priority, she always fucking has been despite my past; if she hadn’t, then I would have made her mine instead of protecting her from my filth. He should fucking know I wouldn’t willingly fuck that bitch, but I guess his resentment of me continues to fucking cloud his judgement.

I growl, “No, Elijah, I wasn’t. I don’t even know if the baby is mine. She says it is, yet she won’t do a DNA test.”

The brothers all shake their heads at me as Piston snaps, “And what am I, Ollie?” I furrow my brows, and he sighs. “I can hack her medical records, you idiot!”

Fuck….

I clear my throat before I murmur, “Fuck, I didn’t want you to be disappointed in me….”

The men look between us like ping pong balls as Piston snorts. “Ollie, it's notmydisappointment you need to be concerned about. It’s the woman who you want to win back, the woman you have loved since you were fucking sixteen.”

I wince. Win her? That’s never going to happen.

I may not remember what happened that night with Andrea, but it still may have happened, and she’s still claiming to be pregnant, and I’m still dirty, tainted….

“Tell me I’m your favorite, baby….”

I swallow hard at the voice echoing in my head from when I was thirteen as Piston sits forward and says, “You’re my big brother, and yeah, at times, I resented you for leaving home as soon as you did, but I was also happy, because it meant you were safe. I love you, Ollie, but you are a fucking idiot. Perrie doesn’t deserve this shit. Not only did Andrea seek you out, claiming to have argued with Perrie and encouraged you to fuck her, but she also went to her so-called best friend to gloat about being pregnant. How sure are you she is, brother?”

Well, tell me how you feel, little brother.

Safe, I wasn’t fucking safe. I did everything in my power to ensure he didn’t have the same fate as I did. Beatings, he can overcome, rape, he wouldn’t….

Anger hits that he still resents me when I did everything for him, and I snap, “I saw the sonogram, Eli….”

He huffs, grabs something out of his cut, throws it on the table, and asks, “Did it look like that?”

I frown and pick the picture up before tilting my head. Nat is maybe eleven weeks pregnant, and the scan photo that bitch showed was clearer than this one but had no markings on.

Shocker.

“Not really. It didn’t have any of this writing on it, and the baby was bigger, which is why I didn’t believe her claims. I just needed proof she was lying,” I admit.

Piston sighs before turning in his seat and grabbing his laptop.

Everyone stays quiet as he does something. He leans forward, chuckles, and shakes his head. With a smirk, he turns his laptop and shows me as the brothers all crowd around. My eyes widen in shock as I read the words on the screen.

That fucking bitch….

“So, big brother, what was that about not wanting to ask for my help?” Piston asks, raising a brow. I glare his way, but he ignores me and says, “Perrie doesn’t want anything to do with you, and this is one of the reasons why. Andrea has ensured she’ll never want you in her life again, and honestly, brother, you’ve only got yourself to blame for fucking the bitch.”

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