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“And you’re not willin’ to tell. Locke’s right, Tianna. You need to leave.” I turn to face the man I love, the man I can’t seem to forget, as tears fill my eyes.

“We need to talk.”

“No, we don’t. Talkin’ leads to fuckin’, and I’m done with that shit, Tianna.”

“Remy, please.”

“Please? You’re gonna say please after you sent me that video? Do you think I wanted to see you fuckin’ that bastard?” He roars this time. Locke slinks away, leaving just the two of us.

“I didn’t send that.”

“No? Then who did?”

“Brad did. He must have figured things out, Remy. He knows about us,” I tell him.

“Us? There is no us, Tianna. You fucked that up, remember? You didn’t want this life, and yet here the fuck you are!” he yells loudly, throwing his hands out to the sides.

“It’s complicated, Remy. Please, can we just talk about this?” Remy shakes his head, running his hand through his hair.

“No. I’m done talkin’, Tianna. I’m done tryin’. I’m done puttin’ my life on hold for you,” he sneers at me. My heart is breaking in my chest at his words. This isn’t how it was supposed to be. This isn’t how it was supposed to go. I step toward him, but he steps back.

“Remy, please. I need you,” I beg him as tears slide down my cheeks.

“You don’t need me. You need him. You chose him.”

“That isn’t true! I do need you, Remy. More than you know.”

“If that were the case, you wouldn’t be marryin’ him, Tianna. We had what we had, and that’s over now. I’m sorry, but you chose him.” My tears turn to sobs I can’t control. He can’t do this. I need him. He doesn’t know just how badly I need him.

I drop to my knees and cry into my hands. This isn’t right. This isn’t how it was supposed to be. I don’t know how I thought this would play out but not like this.

Remy walks away, and I’m left here on my knees, sobbing uncontrollably. A hand lands on my back, but I can’t stop cryinglong enough to see who it is, and I don’t care. It isn’t him. It isn’t Remy, and he’s the one I need right now.

It feels like a part of my life; a part of my heart has been ripped from my chest, and I’m just left here bleeding out.

“Come on,” I hear Gunner say. He helps me off the floor and then leads me into one of the offices before sitting me down on the chair. “This has been a long time comin’, sweetheart.”

“You don’t understand. None of you do.”

“And you won’t tell him either. There’s nothin’ we can do if you don’t tell us, Tianna.”

“It’s not that simple, Gunner. There’s more at stake here.”

“Then tell him and let us figure it out,” he says. I shake my head. There’s no way I can tell them. He would kill her; I have no doubts at all.

“I can’t.”

Chapter 9

Remy

I don’t know why the fuck I’m doing this. Why I’m still debating it. I said what I needed to say to her and left it at that. I know Gunner talked to her, but she still wouldn’t say shit.

I look at myself in the mirror and chuckle. Me in a fucking suit. I never thought I’d see the day. I grab my phone and keys and head out of my room and down the hall. A few of the girls whistle, making me laugh, but it isn’t until I step foot into the main room that the jokes start. All the guys laugh and give me hell for being in a suit. I laugh along with them because I’m sure it’s a sight to see.

“I don’t know, Remy, I think you could pull off the whole accountant look,” Hodge says, slapping a hand on my shoulder.

“Fuck that shit. I’m still debatin’ this shit,” I tell him, tugging at the sleeves of the suit jacket.

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