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A chuckle slipped from Chelsea’s lips.

I stared at Marisa. “The games end now. Or, I can turn this video in to the police and inform them Regina had a sane accomplice. They’d allow you to give birth to your baby. Then rip your little bundle of joy from your arms.” I snickered.

“Mason would be a single dad. Wait, no.” I raised my finger in the air. “I forgot.”

I pressed play on the next video.

Marisa laid across her bed. Mason pushed her bedroom door open.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes. I’m so tired all the time. This baby is already sucking the life out of me.”

“Sweetheart, don’t talk about the baby like that.”

“Soon I’ll be fat.” Marisa rolled her eyes.

“I’ll love you, regardless.”

“You’re so sweet. Oh, I forgot to tell you. I talked to the little Alabama peasant. She said she was having problems getting rid of a certain thorn in our side. She said that bodyguard was always in her path. She assured me she will handle the issue.”

“Good, the look on Tate’s poor, sad face the moment her gold car goes poof will be fucking epic. He’ll probably kill over instantly.”

They laughed.

Mason threw his head back and whipped his hand over his short black hair.

“My buddy Matt did me a solid. He cloned your cell Marisa and planted a camera in your bedroom. That’s how we caught you. Matt was willing to help us even before you shattered his perfect image of his parents’ marriage. Don’t worry, I have these videos copied and hidden in multiple places. If anything happens to me orChelsea, you and your girlfriend here are headed to prison. Marisa, I have another charge to add to your wrap sheet. My hacker buddy and I hunted down the woman who you paid to say she had sex with your dad. Oh, I have that video too. I paid her and an extra two hundred grand to tell the truth. She admitted she never had sex with your father. She said she slipped a roofie into his drink at the hotel bar, then assisted him to a suite. Oh, Matt was pleased to find out his father wasn’t a cheating bastard after all. Your dad on the other hand was pissed.” I stood, intertwining me and Chelsea’s fingers. You’ve been officially cut off financially.

She stood seething. “You son of a bitch.”

“You’re the bitch.”

“Mason, one more thing. Oh, tell Tyler he gets an E. He didn’t trick me. He knew you were alive too. While you paraded around as me you hooked up with your buddy Tyler. You sent those guys to antagonize and jump me at Tyler’s party. That fucker laughed in the corner while Matt and I beat the shit out of those two guys. You thought because they were bigger, I couldn’t take them. I guess you didn’t count on my buddy Matt. We should have beat the shit out of you and Tyler too. But we didn’t want to ruin a great party.

I leaned in. “Matt’s a true friend, Mason. What the fuck happened to you? You and I were best friends. Twin brothers. We’re supposed to stick together no matter what. There was a time no one came between us.”

He jumped to his feet. “You’re wrong! She came between us.” He scowled at Chelsea over my shoulder.

“You called her name in your sleep.” His eyes narrowed. “Did you know that?”

I shook my head.

“Every time she was around there was this unspeakable bond between you two. Yeah, we all hung together, but I felt like a third wheel. I dreaded summers at the lake house. The last time I saw grandfather before the accident I begged him to take me with him to London. You didn’t want me around. All you gave a shit about was Chelsea. I found your secret calendar under your mattress.”

Shit.

“It was a countdown calendar to the next time we’d visit the lake house. I forced myself to really like Chelsea. Maybe I’d feel the same way you did about her. I liked her but not as strongly as you. The second she rejected me on the hill. She looked mortified that I kissed her.” He dropped his head. “She crushed my heart. And I wanted to end her...”

Chelsea clutched my arm.

“...take her from you. Then I fell off the hill. I thought I was dead. The next time I awoke was in London. While I healed, I reached out to Marisa. She came running. It took some time, but I learned she was the woman who loved me through all of my stupid shit. Did anything for me. I was so hung up on revenge I lost sight of what really mattered.”

He turned to Marisa and held her hands. “Us. I was a bitter son of a bitch. Doesn’t make it right. Not saying I won’t still hate Tate, but now’s the time to focus on us.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Yup, you two crazies deserve each other. Remember your need for revenge destroyed us, Mason. That’s my niece or nephew growing in her belly. I’ll love that child no matter what.”

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