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“She’s Hawks property.”

“Fuck,” he bit out. “Whose?”

“Talon Marcus.”

“Christ,” he burst out with and turned on Pam. She took a few steps back, understandable because of the way Travis scowled at her. “Get the fuck out of my house. You lied, and now I have this shit to fix. You’re fuckin’ lucky I don’t kill you. You stupid bitch, in front of my baby, you whored yourself?” Travis ran a frustrated hand through his salt and pepper hair. A few years older than me, he’d definitely aged well. “Leave. Now.”

I wanted to leave along with her. I didn’t want to talk to him more or look at him. It brought up the memories I’d locked away.

He’d changed too much.

Only seeing him…. No, I’d ignore my body’s reaction, and once out of this room, I’d forget about him again.

He wasn’t worth it. He would never give up his business, and I was pretty sure I couldn’t be with a man who was known as the biggest pimp in Victoria.

I would have to walk out and forget him again.

I had to.

Because if I was stubborn enough to lose my brother over how Talon had run his life, I wouldn’t budge on my opinion of Travis’s business and date him.

It’d also save a lot of hurt from the chance of losing him down the track.

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