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I looked at the time.

“Sure,” I lied. Only fifteen minutes, then I could get this show on the road. My eyes were trained on Dawn, knowing I should reel the green-eyed monster in, but I couldn’t help it, and I didn’t want to. That sucker was more than invited to this party. I was an only child and was never taught to play nice.

After going to my parents’ graves and spending more time than I cared to admit lying near them, I got up and came to the club. The guys had already left for the run, which left behind the people who were staying to “party.”

It was all fine until I heard a gorgeous black-haired skank talking about Nash. Rage burned through me at the thought that he spent all his time here. While I grieved the loss of our time together, he didn’t have time to reminisce when he drowned in pussy.

The women from the club kept their distance from me. Some didn’t like me because I was a spoiled brat. Others didn’t know how to treat me. When it came down to it, I was superior to them.

Like hell if I was going to ask the guys who Nash was sleeping with. Instead, I eavesdropped.

“He was mine before, he’ll be mine again,” Dawn told her friends.

I wanted to hit her then. He had been hers? My heart had a hard time comprehending that since the stupid muscle still considered him ours.

“We need to do it now.” Ace leaned into Andre.

Finishing the last of the stale beer, I smiled to myself. I hopped off the bar and made my way to where Dawn was drinking. Without thinking twice, I broke the beer bottle on her head.

She screeched and turned around with murder in her eyes. Her eyes widened when she saw me.

It wasn’t a fair fight.

I didn’t mind playing dirty if it meant I won.

While she contemplated what to do next, I grabbed a handful of her hair, gripped it, then slammed her against the table.

Not stopping there, I went for her friends, and that’s when all hell broke loose. I was angry not just at Nash but at my father, at Eleanor for dying. I had so much rage inside of me, I didn’t care for the hits I was receiving if it meant blowing off some steam.

A hand wrapped around my waist. I looked up at Andre, and he was glaring at me.

“You’re going to get me killed.”

Chapter Thirteen

Past

I’d never been so eager to get back home after a run. Knowing Finley was waiting for me was everything. My need for her overshadowed the guilt for my brother. He’d grown confident with the fact that she was his just because an arrangement made her his on paper.

“You’re staying for the party?” Nate asked me.

I shook my head as I pictured how I would feast on my girl when I got home. The ways her legs quivered when my tongue was licking her little clit. It was sexy as fuck the way she gripped my hair.

“Oh fuck,” Nate groaned as he hit my head.

“What?”

“Shit, brother,” he said, part amused, part concerned.

“What?” I repeated.

“You’re fucking someone. And I know you ain’t the shy type, so that means it’s someone you shouldn’t be fucking. That leaves two options. A, the Romero girl, but she’s too fucking young.”

My face remained neutral. Tatiana Romero was the daughter of the current mayor, and he was a pain in our asses. He’d escaped poverty and cartels, and was on a mission to rid the world of them.

“Or B,” he said, pausing for dramatic effect. “Finley.”

It was on the tip of my tongue to deny it and say it was Romero’s little girl, but he’d never believe I was on some pedo shit. Also, no words came out. I couldn’t deny my girl. Finley meant something to me, and I wasn’t going to taint that by denying what we had.

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