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“Shocked you attended a party at my home.” The wicked witch, sauntered toward me, arms crossing her chest. She wore white footies, jeans, and a navy T-shirt.Surprised she allowed commoner threads amongst her expensive clothes.

My lips kicked up at one end. “Where else would I be? My boyfriend and soon to be fiancé insisted I join him tonight.”

Her face turned beet red. Oh, how I wanted to laugh at her expense. She was jealous, and it showed.

I stood and strolled toward her. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue. You traveled to another country to do anything to be noticed by your boyfriend.” I circled her slow like a shark waiting the eat its meal.

“I mean, you helped him kidnap my boyfriend and hold him hostage. Tate was the only guy I ever wanted until Mason returned. He reminded me that he was the only guy who’d do anything to be with me. Clearly, he would. Who fakes their death only to steal their brother’s life and profess their undying love for the girl they really loved?”

Her chest rose and fell as she clutched her fist, almost foaming at the mouth.

“I thought I loved Tate. Mason made me realize I didn’t. You can have Tate. I will become Mason’s wife on Christmas day. I will bore his first- born- child. My father already gave us his blessing.”

“You fucking country bumpkin. You have nothing. You are nothing to him. You hear me,” she growled.

“Careful, Marisa your fangs are showing.”

I snickered.

“Marisa, play nice,” Mason stated, coming into view.

“Yeah, play nice.” I met Mason in the middle of the room, gripped his neck, and crushed his lips. Marisa needed to pay for what she’d done to me. After watching her come undone for Mason, I thought what better way to get under her skin. Mason held my waist, deepening our kiss. I thought maybe he’d push back, but he didn’t. I pulled back and spun on my heels.

“He’s my fiancé. Bitch, stay in your place,” I growled.

Marisa’s body violently shook. “What the fuck are you doing?” she scowled, burning holes into Mason.

“You need to calm down,” he whispered.

“We’ve talked about this. Didn’t we?”

She nodded.

I was well aware of their little chat.Chelsea you got this.

The bitch was on the brink of bursting into flames. Her perfect boyfriend, and soon to be father of her child, was an asshole. Mason only cared about himself. Wasn’t it obvious? He had to make his brother pay no matter the cost.

“I’ll talk to you later,” he said in a low voice, careful not to draw attention to them.

Their pull toward each other was obvious. He didn’t have to be so vengeful toward his brother. He and Marisa could have their weird happiness.

∞

I stared out the window as Mason turned on to our street.

“You didn’t have to push her buttons like that.”

“Oh, please. She had it coming. The way she treated me. Blamed me for your death.” I looked him up and down. “Fuck her. She deserved so much more.”

I grabbed the door handle as he rolled to a stop in my driveway.

“The second you give me that engagement ring, I’ll shove it right in her face.”

I blew him a kiss and hopped out of the truck.

CHAPTER FIVE

TATE

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