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“Of course, Marcushasbeaten more than one poor sap who crossed him to death before. Did you know the guy?” Liam asked. Despite their light tones, I knew both of them well enough to realize they were mildly concerned. I couldn’t blame them. When I closed my eyes I could still feel the satisfying crunch of bones breaking beneath my fists.

“He was a human trafficker. Brought underage girls in to work for him, the sick shit.” I flexed my hand and suppressed a grimace at the dull throbbing. “And I untied him—he had a fair chance.”

“Right.” Louis took a sip of his drink and leaned back against the high-backed sofa, sprawling out like he was completely unconcerned with my inexplicable rampage. I wished Ben hadn’t called them after I told him to fuck off and let me deal with the human trafficker. If they hadn’t shown up I could have disappeared into my own darkness—and right now, all I wished for was to let it swallow me up.

“But we’re still pretty curious as towhyyou felt the need to go full-on Hulk. He was going to die regardless,” Louis continued.

“—And you’ve never really struck us as the vigilante-type,” Liam finished.

Fuck, those two could be annoying when you were sandwiched between them. I shot a glare first to my right, and then to my left. “It’s none of your fucking business, is what it is.”

“Ah.”

“Mira, then.”

“What did you do this time?”

“I didn’tdoanything!” I growled. “And you two knobheads need to back off right the fuck now.”

“Sure you didn’t.” Liam gave me his driest look as he calmly sipped his drink. “Is she still not putting out, then? It’s been, what, just over a week since you got hitched? Your balls must be blue by now.”

“I don’t care if she puts out or not,” I growled. “She’s not the only woman in the world. It’s not like our marriage is real.”

“Oh, right then.” Louis gestured toward the full dance floor with his drink-free hand. “Then why don’t you go pick up a bird for the night? Nothing like a good shag after a fight, right?”

I gritted my teeth and slumped back against the sofa, arms folded across my chest. Fuckers knew me far too well.

And that was the fucking travesty, wasn’t it? Because ever since I’d woken up next to Mira the morning after our disaster of a wedding, I’d not been able to think about anyone but her. Just the thought of picking up some random girl made me inexplicably sick to my stomach.

But Mira didn’t want me. She’d made that perfectly clear. Sure, her body reacted as strongly to me as mine did to her, but it wasn’t enough. It shouldn’t have mattered—she was just a bird I’d been stuck with against my will, after all. I shouldn’t have given one flying fuck whether or not she wanted me.

So why did I?

I clenched my sore fist at the renewed wave of frustration that rushed through me just from thinking about her. She had brought up my family, brought up my moment of weakness, and as furious as I’d gotten, the moment she threw that wine in my face my only desire was to throw her on the table and fuck her until she begged for my forgiveness. And then again. And again.

I hated her for what she was doing to my already fucked-up mind. At least before I’d met her, the darkness in me was the only thing that’d scared me. Now… nowshescared me, because all my thoughts and all my messed up emotions revolved around her. The one woman who refused to give in to me.

The sound of my phone ripped me out of my sulking.

Despite my frustration and generally crappy mood, a touch of curiosity made its way through at the sight of Marcus’ name popping up on the display. It had been maybe a year since he last called me, and then it’d been to tell me to get my arse out of whichever girl’s bed I was in at the time and meet him for a job. We saw each other regularly enough at events and jobs, sure, but we never talked much. So why the hell was he calling me now?

I flicked “answer” and held the phone up to my ear. “Yeah?”

“Your wife is at my place. Come get her.”

I blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Your wife. She’s with me. Come get her.”

“Why the fuck is she—” I stopped talking when the call cut off and cussed under my breath. He’d never been much into phone etiquette—or any manners at all, really. Why the hell had he picked up Mira? Had our house been compromised? My gut dropped and I shot up from my seat, knocking my untouched drink over in the process.

“What’s going on?” Despite Liam’s relaxed pose, his shoulders tensed as he looked up at me. Ready for a fight. Out of all my father’s sons, the twins were the least vicious, but I knew I could always count on them if shit hit the fan.

“I don’t know,” I said, already making my way out of the booth so I could get to my car. “Marcus called, said he’s got Mira with him. I’ll let you know if anything’s going down.”

“Oh. Right. You do that.”

Perhaps if I’d been less focused on getting to Marcus ASAP, I would have paid more attention to the meaningful look that passed between the twins.

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