Page 13 of Infected By Virus

He wanted to love her and spoil her, not fuck it all up again and again, but that seemed to be his factory default setting when it came to Rae. The harder he loved, the more he fucked up.

Virus just stared at her, trying to figure out a way to put the past where it belonged, stop repeating the pain, but he was at a loss. She leafed through the folder and removed some papers.

“Rae. I’m?—”

She slapped the folder against his chest, cutting off his wholly inadequate apology.

“Here, look over this when you’re sober and have your lawyer call mine. After seeing your behavior today, I guess we will do this a different way because I don’t have it in me to do it the way I wanted to for Adam.”

With that, she turned to leave.

“Rae, please …” he trailed off. It was déjà vu. Rae leaving and him screaming after her. The situation may be similar, but he’d be damned if he would repeat his actions. As much as the heartbreak inside him wanted to lash out, he refused.

She’d just walked out of his life again, and he didn’t know what to do with that.

Someone took the folder from him, but still he stood, staring at the empty space in front of him she’d vacated. She had been close enough to kiss. Why didn’t he kiss her instead of insulting her?

Virus was still standing when a voice called to him.

“Sit,” his vice ordered. When he complied, he realized the room had cleared except for Outlaw.

“What happened between you and her?”

“I fucked up our relationship, and she dumped me. I landed in another woman’s bed, and she got a front-row seat to that. So, she walked out of my life, was apparently pregnant, and hid it from me. The end.”

He had zero desire to air his dirty laundry in front of his brother. Sure, he could justify it, but to what end? The damage was done.

“Her sister?” Outlaw sounded appalled.

“How the fuck do you know that?”

Outlaw held out a piece of paper. Virus snatched it and gave it a quick scan.

“FUCK!”

With his curse, Outlaw patted him on the back, set the folder on the table, and left. Virus was alone with his thoughts. And those thoughts were like razor blades soaked in lemon juice slicing across his heart.

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