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Striker just shakes his head, “Do you really believe yourself, Goose? Because your actions tell everybody otherwise. You treat Bambi like shit.”

“Fuck this. I’m done talking about this with you guys. I walked out on her before, so what’s done is done. I lost any chance I had with her, anyway. I’m fucking done, I don’t fucking care anymore.”

With that, I walk away. I’m fucking done talking about my feelings. Ever since Striker and Maverick got wifed up, they’re different people.

A push from behind makes me bump into one of the pool tables. I turn around to see Zane standing behind me, his fists all balled up.

“Fuck, Zane. What’s your problem now?”

Through gritted teeth, he growls, “I didn’t think we disrespected women like that around here, asshole.”

Striker rushes over and tries to stand between the two of us. Zane isn’t backing down though.

“I fucking care about that woman you are disrespecting. Unlike you, I fucking care about her! She’s an amazing person and you need to leave her alone, Goose! Stay the fuck away from Bambi!”

Maverick and Joker run over and pull him away from me. I stand there, still in shock from what I’m hearing from the Prospect’s mouth.

Striker clears his throat, “Get him to my office, now. I want to know what the fuck is going on.” He points to me next, “You, stay put and don’t runoff. I’ll be back.”

I flop down on the couch as they drag a furious Zane up the stairs. He’s still yelling and screaming as they drag him away.

I shake my head and look around the room. Everybody is staring at me. “Anybody else want to declare their love for fucking Bambi too?”

They all turn away from me, scared to challenge me. My brothers know the darkness and rage I keep locked down until I need to use it. Nobody dares mess with me.

I lean back and close my eyes. This is going to be a long fucking night and I can’t even go home. I know if I do, Striker will hunt me down and give me the ass beating of a lifetime. He’s the President and I am to listen to his orders. He’s also the only one besides my brother, Mav, to ever challenge me.

Thirty minutes pass when they all finally come back down the stairs. All four of them look so fucking happy, leaving me out of the loop again.

Fuck all of them. Fuck Bambi. Fuck Ellie Jo. Fuck this stupid town.

I get up and go straight to the bar.If I was going to survive this night, I need to be way more drunk than this.

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AFEW HOURS GO BY WHENLilah and Willow finally show up. They’re all dressed up and strut through the Clubhouse.

Making their way to the bar, they slide onto the barstools next to their men, Striker, and Maverick. Both my brothers wrap their arms around their woman and smile.

Fuck them and their happiness.

In reality, I’m happy for my family. But fuck, I want that soul-crushing, all-consuming love like they have.

My ship sailed when Bambi broke my heart on graduation day. Now, I’m destined for one-night stands and getting whatever scraps Bambi throws my way.

The front door slams open, pulling me out of my somber thoughts. My fucking undoing walks through the door, looking like sex on a stick.

Bambi wears a tight lace black dress that dips low and comes down to the middle of her thigh. It has a tie around the middle that flows out like a cape, fitting for a queen like her.

Her long tan legs have her signature velvet thigh-high boots on. Tonight they are midnight black.

Bambi’s gorgeous blonde hair falls perfectly around her face and down her back. Her make-up is dark, including her dark red lipstick.

To complete her look, she threw an off-white faux fur cape on top. I can’t help but gawk as she waltzes into the room.

She climbs gracefully onto a barstool and raises her hands in the air with that gorgeous smile on her face.

“Who’s ready to fucking party tonight?”

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