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Quick continued, pointing to one of three women in the group. “This is Willow, and you two should remember Chandler.”

“Hey.” Rogue lifted a hand to Chandler and shot a glance to Crow. “Was this your doing?”

“Yup,” Crow drawled. “He needed a place.”

“Hey, Rogue. It was time I moved out.” Chandler shrugged, and Rogue noticed the cast on the young man’s leg, signaling a recent repair.

“I’ll never remember all these names,” Wrath huffed and Quick smiled.

“Don’t worry, they’ll remind you,” the man teased and continued when another group came out of the front door of the house. “On the porch…you know Stone. And that’s Ramsey, Memphis, Rip, Cat, and Regal.”

Rogue sucked in a breath when Quick said Wrath’s brother’s name and he wondered…His silent question was answered when he glanced at Wrath.

Wrath’s face had turned paper white, and anger shot from the man’s suddenly cold blue eyes.

The world seemed to stop for Wrath when his brother’s name came out of Quick’s mouth, and he snapped around to run his eyes over the group.

No way could he be that fucking lucky.

Blue eyes identical to his own caught and held his across the distance and Wrath felt his eyes burn and breathing stutter.

Rogue pressed a hand to his shoulder as if to steady him.

“Did you know?” he asked Rogue in a hoarse voice. He hoped like fuck that Rogue hadn’t known his brother was here. The sense of betrayal came fast and hard.

“No, I didn’t know,” Rogue assured him, and Wrath heard the honesty in the words.

The hot rush of rage swept away, leaving him shaking.

He couldn’t even look at Rip. Knowing that his brother had been here at this facility and not once reached out to him or Justice was a hard blow.

“I’m not staying here,” he said harshly and spun on his heel to stalk toward the SUV.

“What’s going on?” Wrath heard Quick ask Rogue, but he didn’t hear a thing beyond the rushing sound in his head and his heart pounding.

Yanking the door open, a palm came out and flattened against the door, sending it slamming shut. He sucked in a breath and clenched his fists.

“Don’t…leave,” Rip’s voice came out in a low, choked growl.

“Why the fuck not?” Wrath spat, keeping his eyes on the vehicle.

“I’ve wanted to call you so many times,” his brother said in a regret-filled voice.

“But you didn’t.” Wrath yanked at the door, but just like Justice, Rip had always been bigger than him, and it remained closed.

Well, just because Rip was bigger, it didn’t mean that he couldn’t knock the shit out of him.

Wrath whirled and did exactly that. Rip grunted beneath the punch to the solar plexus and dropped like a stone when Wrath took his legs out from beneath him.

Gazing up at Wrath, Rip stayed on the ground. The last thing he wanted to do was to fight his older brother.

“Get up,” Wrath spat.

“No.” Rip stayed sprawled on his back, holding Wrath’s icy blue eyes. His brother was a badass, a former Navy SEAL, andRip couldn’t have been prouder. Now he just had to break through the anger.

“I’m sorry.” That might be the best place to start.

“Did you see me at your discharge?” Wrath spat.

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