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Until Aurora came along and fucked it all up.

“You’re nothing to me, asshole,” I hissed, grabbing his throat and shoving him back against the wall when he tried to touch me again. “Stop trying to fucking touch me!”

“Maybe you need someone to top you? Isn’t her pussy enough? I bet you think of me when you bend her over,” he grinned, my hand tightening around his throat. I went to swing my other fist at him, but then he broke free of my hold, spun us around, and slammed my back against the wall with his hand around my throat.

“I’m going to fucking kill—” My threat was cut off as he kissed me, anger burning inside as I tried to push him away. His scent filled my senses as the familiar feeling of his lips on mine hit a memory inside me.

The hand around my throat loosened a fraction, his body pressing closer to mine as his tongue pushed into my mouth. It was so familiar, and for a second, it was as if nothing had come between us.

“You might love her, but you’ll always love me too,” he murmured, nipping my lip and snapping me out of the false reality I was picturing in my head. “She will never be enough for you because she’s not me.”

I shoved him away and punched him in the eye, maniacal laughter leaving him as if something was funny. My heartbeat was slamming in my chest as the old feeling of heartache returned, knowing he was only playing with me.

Why the fuck had I lowered my guard like that?

“You can keep hitting me as long as we get naked. It’s been a while since I’ve had that kind of fun in the bedroom,” he smirked, grabbing his tented jeans and giving his cock a squeeze.

I couldn’t exactly tell Rory about this, but then I was no better than when she’d kept her relationship with Slash a secret. I wanted honesty, but I kept a lot of my past buried from her.

Not because I was ashamed of it, but because it had fucked me up so badly that I swore I’d never think of it again.

My feelings for Marco had been tainted, his entire side of the story being one big lie for his own amusement.

I tackled the smug bastard in a blacked out rage, both of us hitting the ground hard as I straddled him and punched him again, his cock hardening under my ass and only pissing me off more.

My hands wrapped around his throat as I choked him, the crazy fucker seeming to get off on it as he thrust up against me despite his face darkening with the lack of blood flow.

“Hey, what happened?” Hunter demanded as he appeared, prying me off his best friend and tugging me back, Marco coughing between laughter as he caught his breath. “Mark, what the fuck did you say?”

“We were kissing and making up. I don’t know why he snapped,” Marco answered, making Hunter curse as I tried to lunge for the prick again.

“Get out.” I went to leave, more than fucking happy to, but he put a hand on my shoulder to stop me. “Not you, Skeet. Mark can leave.”

“You’re kicking me out?” Marco snapped, but Hunter just eyed him until he huffed and left the room, my whole body calming now that he was away from me.

“I’ve told him to leave you alone,” Hunter said calmly, making me snort.

“I can handle his bullshit.”

“I was there. I know what you guys had and⁠—”

“What we had is irrelevant. I’m with Aurora, and both of you need to stay the fuck out of it. I think you misunderstand our current truce. We’re not friends, never will be again. If you find Max, let me know,” I bit out before leaving the room and stomping down the stairs.

I shoved the door open and walked towards my car, pausing when I noticed Marco by the warehouse punching the wall.

He looked distraught about something, but when he saw me, he put the mask back in place and flipped me off.

I flipped him off in return and climbed into my car, heading straight back to the Shed where I should have stayed in the first place.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

TYLER

“Feel better?” Caden panted from the floor beside me, both of us collapsing from the workout we’d been doing. Three hours since my mom left, and I’d tried hard to escape the demons she’d left in her wake when I’d kicked her out.

My body hurt from running, my arms like jelly from the weights.

“No, I just can’t move anymore,” I answered as I tried to catch my breath.