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That shut him up. “Then maybe you heard her wrong!” my twin yelled at me, sounding pissed. “Because Violet wouldn’t do that to you, dumbass.”

“She was upset, and I barely heard what she was saying, but she admitted that she was at a party and drinking, and she and Cannon kissed.” I felt like I was going to be sick.

Violet’s lips had been on someone else’s. She’d let someone other than me kiss her. Those were my lips, my kisses. No one else had the right to taste that sweetness but me. When I got my hands on that motherfucker, I was going to rip him apart.

“I don’t believe you,” Lyric snapped at me. “And I’m going to find out what happened. Right now.”

“That’s why I called. I need you to go check on her. She sounded off on the phone just now. Make sure she’s okay, and then…find out what really happened.” I gritted my teeth so hard my jaw ached. “Please, brother.”

“I’m leaving now.” I heard the sound of a vehicle starting, and I released a relieved breath. “I’ll call you after I talk to her.”

“Thanks, Ric,” I muttered, feeling helpless.

“Get some sleep. I’ll talk to you later.”

Trusting my brother to take care of everything, I walked back into the hotel and went straight to my room. But I couldn’t sleep. For the rest of the night, I just lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. Every time I so much as tried closing my eyes, all I could see was Cannon and Violet kissing. Each time, the images got more and more vivid. His hands would be on my girl, and she would enjoy it. She would go wild for him like she did with me.

By midmorning, Marsh was awake, but Lyric hadn’t called me yet. We had to have breakfast with the team and then get ready for the game. Coach wanted to go through the playbook one more time with everyone, and I tried to pay attention, but I already had everything memorized.

An hour before the game, my phone finally rang. Seeing it was Lyric, I picked up with a barked, “Well?”

“Sorry it’s taken so long to call.” My brother’s voice was hard and full of exhaustion. “I showed up at her house in the middle of the night and Uncle Shane was pissed, but I told him I had to talk to Violet. Things went to hell from there.”

“Yo, Thornton.” I lifted my head when I heard the voice of my defensive coordinator. “We gotta go, kid.”

“Give me a sec,” I told him. “Ric, what happened?”

He blew out a long sigh. “Maybe this should wait until after your game.”

“Now!” Coach snapped.

“Yeah,” I said to Lyric, frustrated. “Call me later. I want to know what happened.”

I was tired after not getting enough sleep and pissed, so I took it out on the other team’s offense. But it did nothing to alleviate my bad mood, and by the time the game was over, I just wanted to know one thing.

I called Lyric back as soon as I got to the locker room. “Hey,” he greeted, sounding even more exhausted than before. “Killer game. I think you broke someone’s ribs in the last quarter.”

“Just tell me. Did they kiss or not?”

“Yeah,” he admitted. “But it’s not what—”

“That’s all I wanted to know,” I told him and hung up on him.

Not two seconds later, my phone rang. Lyric’s name popped up on my screen, but I ignored it. I didn’t want to think about Violet and Cannon. It would drive me fucking crazy.

Marsh came up behind me and slapped me on the back. “You look like you need a drink, my friend.”

“Or six,” I answered, glaring at my locker. “You know a place we can get wasted?”

“Party back at the hotel, man. You ready?”

I grabbed my stuff and turned off my phone when Lyric called again. “More than ready.”

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There was a pounding on the door that echoed in my head. “Wake your asses up. Bus leaves in thirty minutes and you better be on it, or you don’t play next week.”

Groaning, I lifted my head without opening my eyes. “Huh?”

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