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“You are the weirdest boyfriend ever. It’s one thing to be okay with sharing, but it’s like you want to see me fuck everyone who ever said hello to me.”

Liam shakes his head. “I want to see you in pleasure always, baby. I like seeing you be with anyone that can give you that pleasure and take care of you. You know I’m just messing with you. But seriously, I don’t share you because I think it’s hot, I do it because I literally get off on your pleasure.”

My eyes are heavy on his, flicking back and forth between those fields of green. The classroom door shuts, and Professor Corwin grabs the class’s attention, effectively breaking our eye contact. I feel Liam’s hand squeeze against my thigh, like he’s reaffirming that he meant it before Professor Corwin begins outlining our next project requirements.

Chapter Seven

Liam

Icouldn’t get the hell out of my last class fast enough. One, I hate finance with a fucking passion, and two, I need to find my girl. Ever since I found out that her and Vincent slept together, it’s all I’ve been able to think about.

I’m always the guy up for sharing, encouraging everyone to be as laid back as I am about it all, but I can’t deny that in that moment, I was so fucking jealous. Out of all of us, Vincent is the one that she chooses first? Make it make sense.

And yeah, I don’t count what happened between her and Asher because, let’s be real, that shit was closer to rape than anything. Especially how he did it.

I’m still in fucking shock over it. I honestly can’t believe it. I really thought he was falling for her. I was so sure of it. If I’m being real, I think he did, maybe even still does, have feelings for her. I’m sure the shit he pulled had everything to do with his intimacy issues and his dad. Some toxic combination. This isn’t one of the times where I will defend him, though. There’s no defending him. He hurt the woman that I’m in love with and even if I’ve always been a firm believer in bros before hoes, thatdoesn’t apply when it comes to the woman you’re going to spend the rest of your life with.

Granted, I’m not sure how the rest of our lives are going to look. Shit is messy right now and will be for the foreseeable future. Even if Christopher could magically be accepting of his son’s wife being with multiple men, it’s just not how things are done in the Brethren. Eventually, they will want to see Ronan, me, and even Vincent married as well. They want all of our legacies to live on as Elder families. I know I speak for all of us though, when I say we couldn’t give a fuck about any of that. We just want her forever, or for as long as she will have us.

Speaking of my asshole ex-best friend, he’s walking in the opposite direction and our eyes meet as we come closer. He opens his mouth like he’s about to say something, but I don’t give him the time of day, shoulder checking him as I continue my search for Skyla. He’s not even worth my breath.

When I finally make it to Skyla’s class, I notice that she isn’t where we normally meet up. Frowning to myself, I scan the surrounding area until I see her blonde hair duck around a corner. Heading off in that direction, I turn the corner to see her and Ronan deep in conversation.

“What did you say, specifically?”

“I told him that Asher and I had our ceremony on the thirty-first. He said that he was sorry and then he told me Asher was a decent guy. That he would protect me. When I laughed at that and said who would protect me from him, he said he would…or you would.”

I’m on alert instantly, closing the distance between us.

“Who said this?” I ask.

Ronan and Skyla both turn to me, matching frowns on their faces as she speaks.

“Wesley, my driver.”

“Your bond brother? He’s back?” I ask.

“Wesley is your bond brother?” Skyla asks in surprise.

Ronan nods but ignores the question as he speaks.

“She said he knows about Skyla and me.”

“Fuck, babygirl. Why did you tell him?” I say with a shake of my head.

“I didn’t! He figured it out. He said he could tell something was up from the way Ronan was acting. I told him he needed to keep the information discreet, and he agreed. I’m just worried.”

“Fuck, me too,” I agree before I can think better of it.

Skyla’s face wrinkles with worry and I take a step next to her, pulling her into my side as I shush her.

“It’s gonna be fine babe. Wesley is trustworthy, right, Ronan?”

Ronan is quiet for a few moments before he nods.

“We haven’t spoken in a while…a few years ago, I would have said absolutely. Truth is, I don’t know what he’s been up to all these years, though. I just…fuck, I need to talk with him.”

“Is that really a good idea?” Skyla asks.

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