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“No, you didn’t.” Rhett kept his weight on the balls of his feet, dancing across the cracked concrete and weeds, like this was a prizefight ring. Another swing and Dave was stumbling back, not lifting his fists. “You could never touch Katie. Balls deep, staring into her eyes as you blew your load in a few furtive strokes.” The guys started to snicker at that and I just grinned, feeling like a shark as it sped through the ocean, the water playing along my teeth. “Whatever cum you ejaculated prematurely inside her would be wiped and away and she would still be beautiful.”

Dave’s lip curled and he tried to sneer, but Rhett was striking out, replacing his expression with one of fear.

“Still incredible, caring, sweet.”

Dave sucked in a breath to reply, only for Rhett to force him back. Ducking, ducking, Rhett getting closer with each strike.

“But most of all, mine.”

Rhett stopped still, and Dave stumbled at the sudden change of pace. His smile was smug as he stared down at Katie’s shitty ex. No, he didn’t deserve to be associated with her. Dave, the loser. Dave, the fucking idiot. Dave, who was about to question his life decisions.

“So you finally got her…” I knew blokes like Dave, who puffed themselves up real big, as if that would assuage the feeling of emptiness inside themselves. “Big fucking deal. I don’t need a girl that needs two dicks to satisfy her.”

OK, I was done watching this shit go down. Dave needed his behaviour correcting.

“Sort this out, Rhett,” I shouted. “Or I will.”

It was perfect in a way. Rhett’s fist snapped out, going sailing through the air, right as Dave turned around, seeking the person who dared to diss him. That meant that Rhett accidentally sucker punched the guy, the crack of his fist against Dave’s chin audible across the lot. People sucked in breaths, let out oohs of shock, right as Dave went sailing through the air, eyes wide, right before hitting the ground like a sack of shit.

Only to try and claw his way back up again.

There was something of a rattish about Dave. It was like the animal of his body sensed danger and scrabbled to get away, right as his head spun. That wouldn’t be happening. My foot slammed down on his chest, forcing his breath out of his lungs, then his back hard against the concrete.

“That’s enough,” Brent said. The rest of the guys disagreed, but the man made clear his will would be obeyed. “The man’s down. No point kicking him while he’s there.”

“No point at all.” Rhett blinked, looking down at his fists, flexing the fingers. “You don’t matter.” He stabbed his finger in the air. “You never did.”

My friend was having a moment just like I’d had in that boardroom. Where all the shit was burned away and all that was left was her.

“Katie…”

Rhett barely whispered the word, but I heard it, smiling and nodding.

“You took out the trash,” I told him. “Now the good stuff starts.”

“We’re gonna get her back.” He nodded, the movement growing more confident by the second. “She’s the only one for us and we’re?—”

“Gonna do whatever it takes to make her see that.”

I swiped his shirt off the ground and handed it to him.

“Good luck.” Knox stood there, arms crossed and a small smile on his face. “Now, you might be done with Dave, but Charlie, Noah and me…? We’ve got some unfinished business.”

“I give up,” Brent said, throwing up his hands and heading back towards the pub.

Not us though. We had a long drive ahead of us and the only way forward was to get on the road.

“What about Garrett?”

We were standing beside Rhett’s truck, the chill of the night air helping dispel the heat of anger.

“I’ve texted him,” I said, “but I’ve gotta say, he either gets his head out of his arse and gets on board the help Katie train.”

“Or we leave him behind.” Rhett nodded, climbing into the front seat of his car. “We’ll go by the hospital on the way, see if we can talk sense into him.”

Or walk away from him for good.

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