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“Because it looked like you had,” Lynx hissed through clenched teeth.
“Motherfucker!” My voice boomed as I shoved him in the chest and raised my arm to punch him in the fuckin’ face. “You let my woman believe I cheated on her!” I swung, but Track caught my fist.
“Calm down, Storm.” Track gripped my bicep, holding me back. Hero stepped in front of Lynx. “If you’d seen what we saw, you would’ve believed it.”
“The hell I would, brother!” I ripped my arm away, grunting like an angry bull. “I’d trust my brother before some club whore! I’d always have his back.” My face was on fire. I felt like I would explode.
“Storm, you need to calm down. Please, honey.” Sugar moved in front of me.
Track exhaled a heavy breath. “Shit, man. I’m sorry. It looked real.”
“Well, it wasn’t. Now move the fuck out of my way so I can see my woman.” I glared at him, clamping down on my back molars. I’d never felt an ounce of rage toward Track before, but if he didn’t get out of my way, I’d break his goddamned face.
He stepped to the side, and so did Sugar. Knew my brother was smart.
“Go soft on her, man,” he muttered as I passed.
What did he think I was going to do? Unload on her?Asshole.
If anyone knew what seeing Carla in my room would do to Madeline, it was me. Christ, I couldn’t believe this happened. What fuckin’ timing after I kicked her out of our room like a heartless, selfish prick.
Goddammit!I could choke Carla for what she did. I should’ve made her leave last month like I wanted to, but instead, I’d listened to my woman.
I slowed my heavy steps as I entered the hallway leading to the dorm rooms. The dim lighting overhead unnerved me.Dead man walkingwhispered in my ear as the hairs on my nape prickled.
A prospect guarding Madeline’s room made me sick. She didn’t belong locked up.
AJ shot daggers my way. He must’ve believed I cheated too. How could everyone think so little of me? Or maybe they all thought so highly of my woman. They were clearlyTeam Madeline. I should be pissed as hell, but I wasn’t. I wanted them to protect her, even from me.
“AJ.”
“Prez.” He squared his shoulders, leveling his gaze—the hate in his eyes burned me up. He’d proven himself worthy of becoming a Knight. I’d make sure he got patched before the year was up.
I placed my hands on my hips. “How’s she been?”
“Sobbing. Throwing shit. Whimpering. Begging me to let her out.” His eye and jaw twitched in time. I didn’t miss it when he rolled his hands into fists. He’d rue the day he took a swing at me.
“I didn’t cheat on her.” Why I felt compelled to convince AJ, I wasn’t sure. I was the president. I didn’t owe anyone an explanation, but I hated the disgust on my men’s faces.
AJ didn’t respond.
I stepped closer and repeated myself in a firmer voice. “I wouldnevercheat on Madeline.”
The tension radiating off AJ disappeared. Still, he didn’t respond, only giving me a short nod. He unlocked the door and moved to the side.
“You can go,” I told him as I entered, noting the door latching closed behind me. Madeline was curled into a tight ball on the twin bed, her back to me. She didn’t move.
My heart seized, the air in my lungs evaporating. A paralyzing pain hit me dead in the chest at the sight of my broken Angel. The regret I felt was more severe than after Tommy died. Both offenses were because ofme. The blame was onme.
I should’ve made Carla leave months before Madeline ever entered my life. I shouldn’t have run off last night. I sure as hell shouldn’t have kicked Madeline out of our bedroom. I was the worst fuckin’ man alive.
Trepidation flooded my veins as I inched toward her. This was dire, no question, but she had it wrong. I needed to fix this. I couldn’t lose Madeline. Not over a lie, not even because she was Tommy’s sister.
I’d been a fuckin’ idiot for pushing her away again.
Madeline’s eyes were closed, her beautiful face red and blotchy. A wet circle was on the pillow, soaked with her tears. God, she was breathtaking. My Angel…
I took in the room, assessing the damage. A mirror above the dresser was shattered. A lamp from the nightstand seemed to be what broke it. The lampshade was deformed, the lightbulb was also destroyed. She really had gone off the deep end.
