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Dick’s eyes go so wide, that the blood vessels may break.

“And it wasn’t just her virginity we took, Dad,” Kylian continues with far too much glee. “We’re still fucking her hard, every night.”

How dare he? How fucking dare he? Before I realize what I’m doing, my arm draws back, and I swing for my oldest brother’s jaw.

15

NATE

FIGHT OR FLIGHT

“Stop!” I thunder, but it’s not enough. I step in between Lyle and Kylian just as the latter lunges forward. My hands fly out, holding them apart.

Lyle manages to pull his punch, and it’s a relief not to take the hit, but he’s still pissed as hell at Kylian. Except his anger’s not really at Ky, it’s at Dad. Too bad Lyle hasn’t figured that out yet.

“You bastard,” he shouts, nearly incoherent with rage. As I struggle to hold them back, I look over at Dad. His jaw is still lowered, and I can see him trying to take in the fact that his former stepdaughter has been our plaything for the week. But then his confusion turns to amusement as I hold my brothers apart. Dick-Ass loves it when we’re at each other’s throats. He loves it when he gets us riled up.

He doesn’t deserve that satisfaction.

“Out!” I demand, looking first at Lyle and then at Ky. They ignore me, of course. They’re still trying to get at each other, andI’m being buffeted between them. “You’re just giving Dick-Ass what he wants.”

This gets through to them. First Kylian, then Lyle backs off. I shove Lyle toward the door. He shakes me off and stomps out. When Kylian starts to follow, I grab his arm. “Don’t do anything rash.”

He glares at me and then nods. Lyle started this fight, but with the mood Ky’s in, he could very well go nuclear and finish it.

That leaves me alone in the room with my father. His eyes glitter as he looks down at me. “You boys are sick perverts.”

“Yeah?” I face him, putting as much contempt in my tone as I can muster. “Who do you think we learned that from?”

“Beats me,” Dick-Ass says with a snort.

“Might want to think on that,” I snarl. “And also on this. You treated Honor like she was nothing. You made her feel like crap. We made her feel good.”

“By treating her like a whore?” he scoffs. “Her mother was a whore, too. What does Victoria think of all this?”

All I can do is shake my head. This man has no feelings. No soul. And he doesn’t deserve to know the truth, or any more of my time.

I turn on my heel and walk out of his office.

* * *

Kylian and Lyle are in the main hallway near the library. They haven’t come to blows yet, but their words are heated and fierce. I push between them. “Come with me,” I snap without slowing.

I stride down the hall and turn left, toward the back of the house. Two sets of footsteps follow. I don’t stop until I’m out of the back door. The night air feels refreshing as I step into the garden. Water gurgles from a nearby fountain. Victoria was so proud when she had that installed. Honor was fascinated by the birds that came there to drink.

Lyle stands beside me, his eyes on the well-maintained flowerbeds. When was the last time I was out here? Or the last time the three of us were out here together? I can’t remember.

Kylian strides past us.

“Where are you going?”

“To the garage.” His tone is curt.

“Why?”

“I’m going to Club Scarlet.”

Shit.

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