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“Mason, looks like you won’t be marrying my woman after all.”

Tate stalked out of the room.

Tears streamed down Melissa’s face.

“I don’t understand.”

Silence fell over the room.

Matt darted off after Tate.

She stepped before Mason. “I don’t understand,” she repeated, arms stretched.

“Tate was here, and you were in our home pretending to be your brother.” Her hand flew across his cheek. The crack of her hand meeting his face bounced off the walls.

“How could you do this to us?”

She pounded her fists against his chest.

“We mourned...you,” she roared, stumbled back, chest heaving.

Brian pulled her into his arms. “How are you alive?”

Brian met his sons gaze. Mason’s jaw tightened and his blue eyes glassed over.

“His grandfather has pulled the strings all these years.” I stepped closer.

“Mason, you’re free now.”

Shots rang out down the hall.

Women screamed. The guests charged the front door like a herd of cattle. I was shoved aside. Desperately, I tried to cut the corner to find Tate.

CHAPTER NINE

TATE

Istormed into grandfather’s office. He shot out of his seat and pounded his fists on the desk.

“How the fuck did you escape?”

I grinned. “Sheer determination. I had plenty of time to learn the guards routine. Who cares about all of that? Let’s discuss you trying to marry my woman off to my brother to line your fucking pockets,” I roared, stalking closer.

“How dare you use my brother and Chelsea? You are a sick son of a bitch.” I tilted my head.

“It’s over.”

Matt stepped beside me, pointing his weapon at my grandfather. “You strangled Chelsea tonight. You don’t deserve to walk the earth.”

My eyes widened and my body vibrated. I ran around the desk and wrapped my hands around his neck.

“How dare you lay a hand on her. You thought it was ok to abuse her because she’s a woman,” I bit out through gritted teeth.

“Hit a man, asshole.” I shoved him back and slammed my fist into his mouth. He stumbled back, wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. Deep laughter poured out of his throat. “You are indeed from my DNA.”

I grabbed his lapels and gave him an uppercut. He staggered, then swung at me. I stepped back. He pulled a Glock from the small of his back. “Pointing it at my head.”

“Put the gun down,” Matt yelled.

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