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Evie
"I toldyou not to touch my sister." Max's voice is filled with anger and laced with contempt.
But his hands are relaxed at his side. The set of his shoulders tells me that this should be a conversation, nothing more. He appears relaxed, in control.
"You did."
"And yet here we are."
"We didn't want to lie to you anymore."
Shit. I really wish he hadn't said that. Not that it's not true. I just wasn't planning on bringing up the fact we'd been sneaking around. For months. Seeing each other behind Max's back when we both knew his position.
"Anymore? How long have you been screwing my sister?"
Shit!
Warning bells sound in my head, but before I can speak up...
"Max, I—"
Max's fist lands square in the middle of Leo's nose. The sound of bone crunching echoes through the room right before Leo lands on the hardwood floor.
If you blinked, you missed it. That's how fast it happened.
Max is on top of Leo, pummeling him. I scream for him to stop. Julian attempts to pull Max off of him, but Max appears hell-bent on getting in a few more hits.
It takes Finn, Declan, and Julian to get Max off Leo while Micah helps Leo off the floor and to the couch. Lo searches the freezer for an ice pack, coming back with two bags of pizza rolls instead. One for each side of his face.
Me?
My feet are still glued to the floor. Staring at the spots of blood on the hardwood. Replaying the same fifteen seconds over and over again on a loop.
"Evie," Alexis says, running her hand up and down my arm. "Are you okay?"
Turning my head, I look her in the eye but don't say anything.
Of course I'm not okay.
"Evie." My head swivels toward Max's voice. He's standing on the other side of me, a bag of frozen onion rings covering his right hand. "I'm sorry. I—"
Cocking my arm back, I give my brother a taste of his own medicine. He taught me how to defend myself when I was eight. How to throw a proper punch. To lean into it for maximum impact and force.
Right now, I'm betting he regrets that summer.
Blood trickles down his chin. His bottom lip is split open from where my fist landed.
"What the hell?"
"I thought you wanted a fight."
"I'm not going to fight you."
Cocking my arm back, I don't get a chance to punch him a second time because a set of strong arms wrap around me from behind.
"I told you I'd let him kick my ass if it meant I could be with you," Leo whispers in my ear.
Anger is still coursing through my veins, but with each second that passes, Leo's arms holding me tight, I let a little bit of it go. And by the time Lo hands me a bag of frozen peaches, the anger is gone, replaced by a throbbing pain in my right hand.
