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He rocked Mason’s jaw again. He stumbled back. Chest heaving, he rammed into Tate. His back smacked the hardwood floor. They tussled. Mason plunged his fist into Tate’s nose.

“Get the fuck off of me,” Tate growled. He shoved him off. They jumped to their feet in a fighting stance. Tate kicked Mason in his gut. Their loud grunts and groans rocked through me. Dad and Brian didn’t stop the fight.

“Dad, do something. They’re going to kill each other,” I pleaded as I rose.

They pounded each other with their fists.

“All right, that’s enough.” Brian pressed his palm into Mason’s chest.

Dad gripped Tate’s shoulders. “Knock it off.”

Marisa ran her hand over her collar bone, tight lipped. Worry consumed her pretty features.

I stepped beside her. “Why so worried, bitch? After all you’re partly to blame too.”

Her eyes shot daggers at me. “Fuck off, Chelsea.”

“You two deserve each other. I overheard you two the night of Matt’s party.” I quirked a brow, crossing my arms over my chest. “In your bedroom.”

Her eyes bulged.

“How could you be ok with him impregnating the both of us and my sham of a marriage?”

“What?” Tate shouted. He charged toward Mason again. Our fathers kept them apart.

“You’re a despicable person.”

She tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Can’t stand the heat get out of the kitchen.”

I blacked out. Next thing I knew we were rolling on the floor, pulling each other’s hair. I backhanded her across her cheek.

“Ah,” she shouted.

“Fuck you, Chelsea. I hate you.”

My lip stung after Marisa punched me in my mouth. I slammed my fist into her eye.

“The feelings mutual, bitch.” Melissa and mom pried us apart.

Matt darted across the room, cocked his fist back, then connected it with Mason’s jaw. “You used my sister, you filthy son of a bitch. We were once the best of friends. I can’t believe you’d stoop to such levels. All for your grandfather. You’re a coward. A real man would have stood up for his family and friends.” Matt rolled his eyes and stalked toward Marisa.

“Let’s go.”

“No.”

His eyes narrowed. “What?”

She dusted herself off. “I won’t leave him.”

He spun on his heels. “Why?”

Her lips trembled. “Mason is the only man I’ve ever loved. And we’re having a baby.”

My eyes widened. I thought they were in the process of making a baby that night. I didn’t take into account they’d probably been working to get pregnant for months. Shit, and I just tackled her to the ground.

“Marisa, Melissa and I will exam you. We need to make sure the baby is ok.” Mom stretched her hand toward the door.

She nodded. Mason walked over to Marisa, intertwining their fingers.

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