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“The only reason that sniveling jackass hasn’t come near you is because Mark threatened him. If it hadn’t been for that he wouldn’t have stopped.” He let out a heavy breath. “At least Mark had the sense to have you watched the whole time. I don’t know what I would have done had something happened to you and I’d been oblivious.”
My mind backtracked on his words. “What do you mean he had me watched?”
“He didn’t tell you?” He sounded surprised. “Mark had one of our bodyguards watch you from the time he found out.”
I was stunned. My mouth gaped before I snapped it shutquickly. He had been deceitful and that hurt. Why had he had me watched when I had been staying with him the first week?
This time I paced, trying to rein in my anger and hurt while coming to terms with my brother’s revelation. I folded my arms around my waist, turning my back to my brother.
“He wanted to protect you.” My brother almost sounded like he was trying to defend his friend, and I wasn’t having any of that.
I felt like a fool for believing Mark. And, for the first time, I regretted sleeping with him.
I needed to get out of here before I did or said something I would regret. I grabbed my purse and headed for the door.
My brother followed behind. “Where are you going? We’re not done talking.”
I didn’t answer him. I stalked to the door. Matthew grabbed my arm when I got to my car. “You can’t leave.”
I snatched my arm from him. “Yes, I can, Matthew. I can go where I want and do what I want. You are my brother but you don’t get to dictate my life. And don’t even get me started on yourfriend.”
My chest was rising with each breath as my anger fueled. ‘Your friend,’ stated exactly how I felt. Mark would always put Matthew’s loyalty above all else and that wasn’t something I could compete with.
“You both feel you can do whatever you want as long as you feel justified, but you can both stay out of my life. Do you hear me?” I yelled.
The front door opened and Mark appeared, but I wasn’t going to stay around to have it out with him either.
I opened my purse and searched for my keys.No no no. I couldn’t find them. I wanted to close my eyes and disappear.
“Why are you leaving?” Mark asked when he came to stand beside my brother.
I ignored him, still rifling through my purse, and when myhands closed over my keys, I wanted to cry with relief. The car unlocked and I yanked the door open.
Mark moved to stop me from closing the door. “Don’t leave like this.”
I glared at him. “I don’t want to talk to you so I suggest you let go of my door so I can leave.”
He didn’t look happy but he complied and I closed my door. I started the car and reversed while Matthew and Mark watched me leave.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
I was still so mad when I got home. My phone rang but I ignored it. It could be my mom or my sister but I wasn’t ready to speak to anyone, especially if their names started with an M. Once I calmed down, I would give my mom a call.
The whole way home I’d wondered if I was still being followed by one of my brother’s guys. I had met a few of them briefly but I didn’t know them all.
Mark. I was angrier with him. Even though I had stayed with him he had still put someone on me to keep track of me. It gave me an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach at the thought that someone had been watching me while I had been oblivious.
When I got home, I threw my phone on the coffee table and sat down on my sofa. I was so worked up I needed to expel some of my anger before I could calm down. I stood up and began to pace as I remembered my fight with Matthew.
My phone began to ring again. It was Mark. This time I declined the call and switched my phone off. I didn’t want to talk to him.
My stomach rumbled, reminding me I was missing lunch. Imade a peanut butter sandwich and swallowed a few mouthfuls before pushing it to one side. I was too worked up to really eat, and concentrating enough to get some work done was out of the question, so I sat down on my sofa, determined not to think about what had just happened.
I put on some chick-flick and tried to get as comfortable as I could but I got ten minutes in and knew I was wasting my time.
Maybe I needed some air. A walk in the park was probably a good idea so I got my purse and left. It was only when I got downstairs that I remembered the bodyguard who was supposed to be watching me. Just thinking about it made me mad. I backtracked to my apartment and searched for a hoodie so I could try and slip out without being noticed.
I would feel a little bit of triumph at losing the guy. That would teach both of them a lesson. I was determined and it was an outlet for my pent-up emotions. I got the tattiest hoodie I could find and changed into a dark pair of skinny jeans. They were old clothes and would hopefully be enough to allow me to slip by undetected.
