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“You know why he didn’t,” Zander seethes. “He deserved jail time as much I did. Fuck, we all deserved it!”

What?

What is he talking about?

My heart slams against my rib cage as I try to wrap my brain around this. What is Zander saying? That hedidbreak someone’s jaw? That he ended up in jail?

That doesn’t sit right for me. Zander would never do that.

“Always such a good boy.” The guy’s eyes narrow. “But you’re not so innocent.”

Zander’s hold on me loosens, and I can’t understand why.

“I know that, okay?” His rasping reply jolts me.

“Does she?” The line in front of us starts to snicker when the D-bag points at me.

My boyfriend’s jaw clenches as he moves me around him, shielding me behind his back while the guy in front of us starts yelling at me.

“Do you know about the roofies and the girls? Do you know what your precious boyfriend did to Williams’s girl?”

CHAPTER 48

ZANDER

The second those questions are out of his mouth, I know I’m done.

Fuck!

He just sold me out, and I don’t know how the hell I’m supposed to explain any of this to Sienna.

I can feel the shift behind me. A second ago, she was clinging to my jacket, but her hold has loosened. She’s now shuffling away from me, moving back into my line of sight and looking hella confused.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

“Zander?”

I look at the ground, unable to maintain eye contact. I want to kill Boyle right now. He was in that fucking room. He knew exactly what went down, and he’s flipping the story to make me look like the ultimate villain.

Fuck, maybe I am.

“Well, have yourself a good night, Donohue.” Boyle slaps my arm.

I growl, flicking him off me as he laughs and tips his head, beckoning his yellow-and-black crew to split.

Glaring after them, I watch them saunter off and wish it wasn’t illegal to shoot people dead. I fucking swear, I’ve only ever wanted to kill someone once—that night when I saw what those assholes were doing—but the anger pulsing through me right now is making me want to kill again.

“Zander.” Sienna shakes my arm. “What was he talking about?”

I glance at her, unable to form any words. She looks so horrified right now… and she has every right to be.

“Roofies?” she questions me, and I feel sick. “What did you do to that guy’s girlfriend?”

Closing my eyes, I can’t answer her. The shame is too thick and strong. It’s riding over me, pulsing through me in these nauseating waves that I can’t counter.

“Oh my go—” She slaps a hand over her mouth, staring at me like she doesn’t even know who I am.

Her blue eyes fill with instant tears.

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