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“Because it wasn’t anyone’s business.” And it wasn’t. If I want someone to know, I’ll tell them, but I also have my reasons for not telling him or anyone else in the club. “As for what you think you figured out, you need to shut that shit down.”

“Brake, you’re my brother. My twin. We’ve been through hell together. The shit we endured at the hands of the bitch who gave birth to us was complete torture. You know it as well as I do. I’d do anything for you. Support you and damn well be there any way I can. So fuckin’ what if you’re in some triangle relationship or whatever.”

“I’m not in some relationship,” I mutter, cocking my head to face him. “Can’t have something that can’t be.”

“Who says?” Tyres demands, furrowing his brow. “We’re Garniers, Brake. We don’t take shit from anyone and we sure as fuck fight for what we want. You want something, you get it and hold on to it. Don’t let this shit get out of hand.”

Instead of responding, I look back to the scenery and take in what Tyres said. Yeah, we’re Garniers. My cousins and brother all fought for what they wanted. They fucked up along the way, but they got the women who love them more than anything. They’re all happy.

If I want that, I’ll have to get it for myself, and that means Lawson’s fucking right. But I mean it about not being able to have something with him without Faye. She’s like the fucking glue that’s needed to keep something from falling apart.

I open my mouth to speak when a commotion at the gates catches my attention. Tyres and I both hop up off the ground and take off in a sprint. Rounding the clubhouse, I’m instantly greeted with a sight that pisses me off, and I sigh in relief, all in the same breath.

Faye.

Rushing forward, I make it to her side and scoop her in my arms just as others come pouring out of the clubhouse. It’s clear to see she’s been through hell. But what’s confusing me now is the fact she’s here.

However, as much as I want to know the answers, those will have to wait. Faye needs to be tended to.

After . . . that’s when I’ll find out, and then I’ll make things right.

Tyres was not wrong about us. We fight for what we want, which I’ll damn well do. It’s been hell since getting back from Florida. Now that I have Faye here, I’ll ensure she doesn’t go anywhere again. Her or Lawson.

CHAPTERFOUR

FAYE

“I’ve got you, Faye,” Brake murmurs, carrying me into the clubhouse.

I don’t worry about hiding my sigh of relief at being in his arms. I close my eyes, more than ready to pass out due to the pain radiating throughout my entire being. My body aches all over, and my throat feels like it’s on fire. Even my feet throb. The men who dropped me off did so almost a mile away and warned me again to tell the club that they were giving me back in good faith so as not to start a war.I ended up walking barefoot the rest of the way here, still feeling the effects of the drug they’d given me earlier.

“Oh fuck, baby, what did they do to you?”

At the sound of Lawson’s voice, I sink farther into Brake, thankful they’re both here. I know I shouldn’t be happy about it or even thinking about either of them, but they are the only reason I didn’t give in and let Shawna break me in that basement.

“Angelina, we need . . .”

“Bring her into the room with medical supplies—”

“No, my room,” Brake grunts, interrupting Angelina.

I’d met Angelina months ago when I started work, taking care of the psycho bitch, Shawna. I enjoyed getting to know Angelina, and she quickly became a friend to me.

“Brake,” Angelina starts.

“She’s goin’ to be my room. You can treat her there.” Brake’s chest vibrates with a rumble as he speaks, and I find it soothing.

“Stubborn alpha males and their protective tendencies,” Angelina gripes. “I’ll be in there in just a few minutes. Let me get some things together.”

“Got it,” Lawson says, and I can tell he’s right in front of us.

After what feels like hours but could only be a moment or so, I’m gently laid on a bed. The scent of Brake’s aftershave surrounds me. I love the smell. The only thing that would make it even better is if it were mixed with Lawson’s.

I struggle to open my eyes and when I do, my heart flutters at the sight of both men standing there looking at me. I open my mouth to speak, but wince at the pain of it.

“Don’t,” Lawson says, squatting down. He reaches a hand out and strokes my hair out of the way. “Just rest, baby. You’re back where you belong. With us.”

I nod and look to Brake. I don’t miss the emotional turmoil taking place. I know what I did hurt him the most, because he told me what his mother did and how he didn’t think he could trust a woman with his heart, yet he’d given me his. They both did. But when it comes to Brake, my Jax, he went through a hell of a lot more than some people do. I can only hope he forgives me.

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