Oh. Dear. God.
My heart sinks to the pits of hell. I’m staring at a folder full of photos.Lotsof photos. Of my location. Of my picture in a round, little bubble.
At Boston Black’s house.
She screenshotted them. With their dates marked on each page.
I slowly drag my eyes to her face. She offers me a panicked, apologetic look and opens her mouth.
I cut her off before she speaks. “What did you do?”
“I never said anything,” she says quickly.
“But you checked up on me?” I snap, hating myself for forgetting I gave her that access. What a dumb, rookie mistake. “Youscreenshottedthem?”
“I was eventually going to ask you to tell him, and since you’ve been lying to me, I wanted to have evidence before I did.”
I open my mouth to yell at her, to tell her how betrayed I feel, to explain how much of an invasion of privacy this is, but I don’t get the chance. The screaming, the shattering glass, and the unmistakable sound of The Beast being unleashed upon this bar have me up and running from the booth.
CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
boston
I’m chattingwith Saltzy and the boys, expertly avoiding her so that I don’t lose my mind and do something stupid like try to get her attention. I’ve put as much distance between us as possible, ensuring nobody will pick up on the tension, trying my hardest not to hurt her at the same time. I’ll hurt myself over and over instead.
But then Forker calls my name.
I turn, but it’s not Fork storming toward me at all.
I’ve seen that look. Many times. I’ve backed up that look, laughed in the background as it led to broken bones and teeth spat onto the ice. It’s not funny now. I’m not fucking laughing. I’m tough, but Forker is unstable, and he’s aiming that look my way for the first time in my life.
He knows.
My whole body goes cold.
He doesn’t see anyone else anymore. They’ve evaporated into the background. The world around us is blurred and unimportant. Those blue eyes have found their target, and he never fucking misses. He also never loses, not when this guytakes over. I’m fighting a losing battle, even if I dared to hit him back—which I won’t.
“Boston,” he says, and it doesn’t even sound like him. He sounds possessed, like he’s no longer in control of himself. “Are you…?”
“Fork,” I say carefully, slowly placing my glass of whiskey on the table. I need to calm him down, but have no clue how to make that happen. I need to get him out of this bar before this escalates.
He blinks, but there’s nothing going on behind his eyes. He angles his head, like he’s piecing things together with each step he takes in my direction. “Are you…sleeping with my sister?”
Reno chokes on his drink, spewing beer across the high-top table at my back.
I bite back a groan of frustration. I should have owned this months ago. Then, it was over, and I didn’t see a point in doing it anymore. There was nothing left to tell. It’s done. This is the worst possible way he could have found out, especially since I don’t even have her anymore—she’s lost to me, running away like she should.
“Forker,” I say quietly, ignoring the prying eyes of our teammates. I raise my hands, armed with apologies, not excuses. Saltzy is watching carefully nearby, and he’ll lose his shit if this comes to punches. “Let me explain.”
Something snaps then. Those three words were all the explanation that he needed. In one swift movement, Forker lunges forward, grabs me by my shirt and tugs me to him. He headbutts me with so much force that I’m not sure where I’m bleeding from, but I know there is blood everywhere. I fly backward into the table behind us, landing on the pitchers of beer and drinks, tossing glass all over the laps of Reno and the rookies.
I feel hands on me, trying to help me, but Forker is faster.
I’m up again, but not by my own doing. Forker yanks me to him by the fabric of my shirt, eyes ferocious and terrifying.
“Brothers, huh?” he spits in my face, and I can’t even argue. I have to let him feel what he has to feel—work through this the way he knows how. “That’s mysister! That makes heryourfamily, too. Your duty is to fucking look out for her the way anyone on this team would!”
I was.
