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Sobs shook my body, the floodgates wide open as I let them pour and pour and pour.

It might not have been the way Ashton expected it to happen, but I was truly broken. And at the hands of my own family.

CHAPTER THIRTY

Kash

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Igrimaced as I took in Briley’s battered face. Blood was trickling down her nose and mouth, making it difficult to see where the wound was. I was no stranger to violence, but I never expected that Everleigh could be capable of something to this extent. Briley whimpered, her body shaking with sobs. Tears streaked down her face, making the blood watery.

It wasn’t until the locker room door opened again, the one belonging to the women, that everything clicked into place. Lucas sauntered out, his hair disheveled, and panic flashing across his face as he took in the scene in front of him.

Jameson was holding Everleigh in the bridal position, his hand drifting through her hair in a soothing gesture as she cried against him.

“Karma’s one hell of a bitch,” Ashton said dryly, glancing over at Evie. Venom threaded through his tone, but his words contradicted the panicked look on his face. He still cared about her and was hurt that she was in the state she was in.

“What’s going on?” Lucas asked, making his way over to where Briley was still lying on the ground. Blood seeped into the cement surrounding her and she looked up at him with watery eyes.

Anger surged through me and my spine snapped straight. He was really going to come out here and pretend that none of this was because of him? Fuck that. A snarl curled the corners of my mouth as I took him in. The top few buttons of his shirt were left undone, there were wrinkles in his shirt where it was normally iron-pressed, his hair was sticking up at odd angles, and there was a flush to his cheeks.

It was pretty fucking obvious what Everleigh just walked in on. Maybe I shouldn’t give a shit. She’d put Ashton through the same damn thing years earlier. But fuck. Seeing her broken like this had my chest doing all kinds of weird things.

“You want to explain why you were in the women’s locker room?” I asked, cocking my head to the side. My hands were itching to beat him to a bloody pulp. Ash let him off easy last time. I wouldn’t be so merciful.

As if sensing this, Lucas stumbled back a step. “I was waiting on Everleigh,” he said quickly.

I snorted a humorless laugh and glanced over at Ash who just raised an eyebrow. Neither one of us was buying that bullshit.

Ash fished his pack of Marlboros out of his pocket and pulled one from the container before popping it in his mouth. “No, you weren’t,” he said simply. He grabbed his lighter and lit the cigarette, allowing the smoke to waft out in tendrils around him. Ashton didn’t smoke often. He hated how badly it messed with his ability to play soccer. But he always kept a pack around just in case. “Everleigh told you she was going straight home after we were done talking,” he reminded him, giving him a pointed look. “You assumed that she had no reason to stop by the locker room.”

Lucas swallowed thickly, confirming that what Ashton said was true. “Why do you even care?” he demanded. “You hate her, don’t you?” He paused. “Or…do you? Because I’ve seen the way you check her out. I’ve seen you kiss her.” His gaze drifted over to where Everleigh was wrapped in Jameson’s arms. Her head was against his chest, but she seemed to be better than she was. She wasn’t crying anymore at least.

Ashton scoffed and took another drag from his cigarette. He took his time acknowledging Lucas, and for a moment, I thought he might just leave him in suspense. “I’ve done more than kiss her.” He smirked. “I was balls deep in her cunt just last week.”

I sucked in a sharp breath and knelt to the ground offering a hand to Briley. Hopefully, I could distract myself with helping her. The last thing I wanted to think about was Ashton fucking Everleigh. He’s made it abundantly clear that he’s a jealous and possessive motherfucker. Meaning that even if we did get past all this bullshit, he would claim her for himself. Personally, I didn’t mind sharing. But Ashton did. He might have been fine with sharing her body with us at one point, but it would never be more than that.

Briley slipped her blood-coated hand in mine and allowed me to pull her to her feet. A pained whimper fluttered past her lips, and she nuzzled against me, making me cringe in disgust as she got more blood all over my shirt.

“You’re lying,” Lucas snapped after way too long. “She wouldn’t fucking touchyou.”

A snort of amusement left me while I worked to pry Briley from my body. I wasn’t going to sit here and comfort her. She deserved what she got. Watching Everleigh pummel her face in was hot as hell if I was being honest.

“Sure.” Ashton smirked, taking another drag. “She also fucked Jameson, and I have picture evidence of that one.”

Lucas’s jaw slackened, and he glanced between all of us, probably trying to figure out whether he should call our bluff or not. “So, you’re basically telling me that my girlfriend is a whore?” he gritted out.

Another wave of anger pummeled through me. Nobody got to call her a whore or a slut but me and the guys. I lunged for him, grabbing him by the throat before he had the chance to react. My fist met his jaw, a satisfying crunch echoing through the chilled atmosphere from where my knuckles met bone. He released a loud grunt, attempting to wrench away from me, but I hit him again.

“Goddamnit. What the fuck is your deal?” he snapped, shoving me in the chest. I stumbled backwards, adrenaline pulsing through my veins.

I was half tempted to lunge for him again, but Ashton placed a firm hand on my shoulder to stop me. “It’s not worth it, Kash. Let’s just head out.” He glanced over at Everleigh, his features softening a bit. “We should probably get her home.”

“I’ll take her home,” Lucas intervened.

“I’m pretty sure that you’re the last person she wants to be around right now,” Jameson offered bitterly. “Give it a fucking rest. Talk to her tomorrow or something. Now isn’t the time.”

Everleigh lifted her head. “I’m fine to drive myself.” She pushed against Jameson’s chest, silently urging him to put her down. Reluctantly, he did, but kept his arm around her waist like she might fall over at any given moment.

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