Page 17 of If You Could Only See
I was juststarting on myfourth beerwhen I caught sight of the twins sauntering over towards me andAiden. I finished my first swallow before asking them how it wasgoing so far.
Michael’sfacelooked too serious for myliking as Gabe answered, “Not bad. Great, even. Except for onething.”
My brows shot up.“Oh, really? And what’s that?”
“We just ran intoyour girl, Mase,” Michael answered.
My entire body lockedup.
My girl?
Shanewashere?
Shane wasfucking here???
“Are you sureit was her?” I asked, tryingto calm my racing heart. “I mean, maybe, you saw some-”
Gabriel wasalready shaking his head at me. “We’re not mistaken, Mason. Wewalked up to her and talked to her for a bit. It’sdefinitely Shane,bro.”
“Nofucking way,” I said, still indenial.
“She’s here,man,” Gabe insisted.
What in theever lovin’ fuck was Shane doing here? She wasn’t a partier. I havenever seen her at a college party or have ever heard of herattending a college party.
So. Why. In.The. Fuck. Was. She.Here?
“Was shealone?” That was the first thing Ineeded to ask. If she wasn’t, shit would not end welltonight.
“She was talking withher friend and her boyfriend wh-”
My brows drewdown. “Whoseboyfriend?” I asked interruptingMichael, fists already balled up.
“Herfriend, Viola’s boyfriend,” heclarified.
I could feel myheart trying to beat out of my chest, but the pit of my stomachrelaxed once Mike explained that the guy in question was Viola’sboyfriend and not Shane’s.“What the hell is she doing here?” I asked, but it was more of aconfused mumble to myself.
When Gabe’svoice reached me, I was ready to tear the party apart. “I don’tknow, Mase, but she’s been drinking, and she’s dressed to fucking kill.” My head jerked in hisdirection and the regret on his face told me he was notexaggerating about the way she was dressed.
Shane’s entirewardrobe comprised of jeansand t-shirts, so what the fuck was she wearing?
I didn’t say aword as I made my way up thebackyard and through the patio doors. I knew my brothers were rightbehind me as I stormed through the twists and turns of the house.And I don’t know what look I had on my face, but people wereclearing the way for me as soon as they noticed me coming theirway.
I scanned therooms and hallways and searched random faces and it wasn’t until I reached the den thathad been made up to be the dance area that I spotted Shane. She wasdressed in a snug, white tank top and blue skirt.
And shewasn’t alone.
Shestood standing next tomotherfucking Branson Morgan, and the motherfucker had his hands onher.
He had his goddamnhands on her!
Red spotsdanced on the edges of my vision and the blood in my veinsbubbled to a white, hot boil. I’dnever felt a rage like this, before, in all my life. And that’ssaying something considering what a ruthless bastard my fatherwas.
I’ve knownhatred and I’ve met rage, but that was nothing compared to what Iwas feeling in this moment seeing some guy withhis hands on my woman.
Iwas goingtofucking kill Branson Morgan.
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