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“As I said, baby, I will do anything for you,” he whispers, and I close my eyes as I lean my forehead against his stubbled chin.

“My head feels scrambled,” I choke, and he tightens his grip on my cheek.

“I know, baby, and I know this has been a lot, but just know, I’ve fucking got you,” he murmurs against my head and I let go of his cut and wrap my arms around his waist, placing my head over his heart, just as I hear Yasmin shout, “You are not leaving me, I refuse!” and I roll my eyes.

I honestly don’t know why my brother married her to begin with. I mean, he never showed her affection, and even at their wedding that I was forced to attend, he looked miserable. Don’t even get me started on the arguments when he mentioned they’d be moving in with our parents instead of the large five-bedroom house he bought.

I just thought he wanted to live off our parents, but I guess he didn’t want her in his space…

Lorenzo cuts my thoughts off when he growls, “I only married you because you told everyone who you knew I was going to work with that you were pregnant even though you had your fucking tubes tied!”

Hang on a second…

I pull back from Bradley and look at Yasmin with shock as Mama sneers, “I freaking knew it!” as she steps forward menacingly, causing Dad to grab hold of her arm and my mouth parts in complete shock.

She did what?

For years she refused to have anything to do with Sammie because she claimed she lost their baby, yet she…

“I—I, Lorenzo, I’d never, I didn’t lie, I lost it,” she stutters, and my brother smirks coldly as he mentions, “Funny, because the proof I received in the mail today states otherwise. Apparently you got your tubes tied when you were supposed to be pregnant.”

“Well, she really did just want a life of luxury,” I mutter and Bradley snorts.

Yasmin's face pales as Dad sneers, “I suggest you pack your shit, Yasmin,” and she takes a step back, hurt etching her features. She quickly looks at Lorenzo for comfort, but he just crosses his arms over his chest, not budging.

“I’m your wife,” she chokes, and he reminds her, “Because you told me you were pregnant. You wanted to trap me and your plan backfired, because I had found out the truth. You want to be a stay-at-home wife with all the luxuries and not have to deal with kids. You can have that, with someone else,” he leans forward, “I know, why not call up Kavan, I hear he’s leaving my other sister. I mean, if you dye your hair dark like Scottie’s, he may even envision you as her.”

Bradley cuts in, “Hey, no fucker is envisioning my girl,” and I clear my throat to stop my laughter while Lorenzo bites back a smile, though I do hear a little giggle from Mama.

I’m not the only one possessive in this relationship.

Yasmin’s face reddens as she looks towards my parents but tenses seeing they won’t be helping her. Then she looks towards me, our eyes locking and nothing but hate flashes back at me before she eyes up my boyfriend. I narrow my eyes, watching her every move. Despite Bradley having his arm wrapped around me, her eyes are eating him up, and even from here I can see her plan forming.

Her husband has just ended things with her, and she’s trying to focus on my boyfriend, she wants to see if he’ll stray like Kavan did. For some stupid reason, I cannot seem to control my jealousy when it comes to Bradley, something I never had with Kavan and I can’t help my reaction.

“If you don’t get your eyes off my boyfriend, you’re going to regret it,” I growl, my emotions still all over the place, and Yasmin curls her lip at me.

“It didn’t take much for Kavan to have his head turned, so what makes you think you can keep a biker?” she sneers, and Bradley scoffs, “Didn’t you say that Scottie stole Kavan from her sister and blackmailed him only a mere few hours ago?”

My lips twitch as Yasmin's face grows darker, but before she can say anything back, a screech echoes. We look towards the gate as my sister, with mascara trailing her cheeks, storms inside the yard, her sole focus on me, and I raise a brow.

“You!” she screams, pointing her finger at me.

“Now, you’re going to finally get what you deserve,” Yasmin mutters because apparently being born is a punishment for being treated like shit. I don’t even look her way, instead, I keep my eyes on my raging sister.

“This is all your fault, everything is always your fault!” she shouts as she storms our way, not looking like she’s going to stop. I brace myself ready to fight but Bradley moves like he’s about to stand before me because of course he’s my alpha hole. Instead of rolling my eyes like I should at his chivalrous behavior, I tense seeing Rachel pull her hand back, and I don’t hesitate.

I quickly move myself around Bradley, smacking the paperwork into his chest, which he grabs most likely out of reflex. Her hand catches my cheek, her nails scratching my skin that causes me to gasp.

Bradley growls loudly and grips my hip, probably to drag me away but as Rachel goes to grab my hair, I beat her to it. I grab hers instead, shocking her as I yank it hard, tilting her head at an unnatural angle.

I spit, “Real fighters don’t slap, they punch,” just as I bring my fist back and punch her in the face, hitting her nose, something I have wanted to do for a very long time.

She screams as a crunch vibrates through my fist. I don’t let go of her hair, I punch her again just as an arm wraps around my waist and drags me back.

Rachel screams louder as I drag her with me. She trips and Lorenzo quickly grabs her and pulls her back causing me to rip out her hair extensions. I try to fight off whoever has hold of me to get back to her.

“Let me go, I’m going to finish this once and for all,” I snap, my anger doubling, and I hear a chuckle from behind me.