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“I’m sorry, Tymber. I didn’t mean to bring you into this...mess. King, can I ask you a question?” At his nod, she inhaled deeply, the familiar scent of booze, sex, and smoke filling her lungs. “Would you love your brother no matter what?”

“Just spit it out, or so help me—I won’t be responsible for what happens.”

A grunt followed by cursing had her tensing, attempting to stand again, only to be pushed back down by Traeger. She glared at the big bastard. Finally, she realized there was no getting around her telling King what he wanted. “Darian wasn’t my boyfriend, King. He was Luke’s. I loved Luke, and he loved me, but it was a brother and sister love.”

Silence greeted her announcement.

Chapter Six

Tymber didn’t wantto hurt a member of the Royal Sons, but he’d be damned if he allowed one hair on Ivy’s head to be hurt. It was a lesson in control.

He was sure he didn’t have the willpower to allow Rooster with his big-ass knife to keep him in place. His control snapped as the man decided to wrap his big, beefy arms around his neck. The large blade glinted in front of his eyes. Tymber was many things, but a fool or pussy wasn’t one of them. If the Royals wanted a fight, he’d give them one.

“If one more fucker tries to sneak up on me, I promise I won’t play nice,” he warned through gritted teeth.

King’s warning was ignored entirely as he twisted at the last second, missing the punch aimed at his head. He grabbed the bastard who tried to sucker punch him by the arm, flipping him over his back so that he landed in front of him, a look of shock on the younger man’s face. The knife he’d taken from Rooster was big, but he avoided cutting the fucker, barely.

“Settle,” King uttered the one word.

Tymber stepped around the sprawled man and walked up to the one named Rooster, focusing on what was happening around him. He flipped the knife around, handing the blade back by the handle. “I meant no disrespect, but having shit like that shoved in my face brings back memories I’d rather not have.”

“Ivy, you telling me my brother never stuck his dick in you?”

He wanted to punch King in the mouth when his question made Ivy jump.

Tymber balled his hands into fists. “What’s it matter now? I’m sorry your brother died, but what the hell does Ivy have to do with it?”

“My brother killed himself because he caught her with another son-of-a-bitch. Ain’t that right, Ivy?” Duke, the quieter of the brothers, spoke up. Menace and anger filled his features, twisting what was probably a good-looking guy into something ugly.

Ivy was shaking her head, her hands still trapped under King’s. “No, that’s not what happened. Your brother...Luke thought you knew about him and Darian. He said you caught them together?”

King jerked back like he’d been struck. “Are you telling me it was my fault he offed himself?”

This time, Tymber jerked, looking toward Ivy for confirmation. He’d first seen her outside the suicide meeting and had thought it was her who was contemplating killing herself. He ran a tired hand down his face, sighing loudly. “King, it’s nobody’s fault for Luke’s choice to end his life. Fuck, I should know. If I had gone through with my dark thoughts, I could’ve done the same thing. I had to pull myself out of depression and decide that living was better than being six feet under. I did that. Otherwise, I would’ve been the one to end my life, same as your brother.”

Ivy’s whisperednowas the only word uttered for minutes.

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