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He sets back further in his seat.

“It’s a long story.”

So, there was a reason.

“I’m waiting.” I said. “I think if I was in the middle of whatever pissing contest you guys had going on, I should know.”

TWENTY NINE

A year ago.

Sullivan’s’ POV

I paced the floor of the living room as I waited for my fuck ass brother to return.

My emotions were at an all time high and I wanted nothing more than to pummel my fists between his stupid face.

My mask lay on the floor, discarded and unknowing of what bullshit it has caused.

I looked at my phone again.

Nothing.

He should’ve been back by now.

I slid it back in my pocket.

I thought maybe he was going to tell her the truth.

That it was me.

But, the second I saw her lean up and press her lips onto his…….I knew that didn’t happen.

The front door opened.

Footsteps moved through the house.

Slow.

Then Sebastian appeared in the doorway.

I looked at him.

My stomach dropped.

“Sebastian.”

He leaned against the doorframe.

“You didn’t tell her it was me, did you?”

I already knew the answer, I just needed to hear it.

He hesitated for a beat.

“No.”

I ran a hand down my face.