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“Enough!” Dominic yells and slams his fists onto the counter. “Guns. Down. What the fuck do we have rules for if you’re not going to follow them?” He steps in between us and uses his forearms to push us apart. “No fucking killing in the house.”
I lower my weapon not because he demanded it, but because he’s right. That kind of mess isn’t something you want to deal with inside a place like this. That’s part of the reason we made the damn rule in the first place. Blood stains stuff and it’s difficult as fuck to get out. And aside from the few people we let into our home to do miscellaneous things, we’d prefer not to have to invite a clean-up crew in here.
“Fine.” Coen huffs and holsters his gun.
“What’s all the commotion down here?” June appears from the stairwell with an oversized tee and a pair of my sweatpants on.
I always knew they were her favorite, but every time I see her wearing them, my heart nearly lurches out of my chest.My girl.
Simon follows her like a fucking puppy dog. He’s in my clothes too, but it doesn’t quite have the same effect on me as it does when she’s in them.
“I think everyone needs to sit down.” I motion toward the sitting area. “I’ll make us all a drink.”
“Bryant,” Dominic snarls.
“I’m done, dude. I’m not doing it anymore. It’s time we come clean.”
If we lose her, we lose her, but it will have been with her finally knowing the truth.
25
JUNE
Iache all over, from head to fucking toe, but it’s nothing compared to the sensation rippling through my body when the men who I thought loved me sit me down and tell me that the person who ordered the hit on me last year, that started the chain of events that led me to be with them, is still fucking out there.
“What?” I say, not quite understanding. “I thought you figured out who it was and killed them all.”
Dominic rubs at his neck. “We were under the impression we had.”
“How could you make a mistake like that?” I glance between each man in this room and settle my sights on the beautifully broken one beside me. “Did you know about this?” I ask him.
But from the shocked expression on Simon’s face, it’s safe to say he didn’t have an idea either.
He shakes his head. “Why wouldn’t you guys tell me? How could you possibly think this wasn’t important information? I’m her fuckingprotective detailfor Christ's sake."
“I feel like I don’t know you,” I whisper, my attention flitting from Dom to Coen. It lingers on Magnus. “I knew you wanted to tell me. But I don’t understand why you didn’t. You could have told me.” Tears well in my eyes but I beg for them to stay firmly rooted in place.
I will not cry, not here, not ever again. I have shed too many fucking tears for these men, for this fucking life that I never asked for.
I was dragged into it, an unwilling participant who bared her heart to these men, only to be pushed aside when I needed them most.
But isn’t this what they worried about? That I wouldn’t react well. Am I giving in to their concerns by being mad at them? How could they expect any other reaction from me? Am I supposed to be grateful they kept this massive secret from me and pushed me aside while they handled such a situation on their own?
They put my life in danger every single day when they refused to tell me that my attacker was still out there. Sure, I may have murdered the man who hurt me, both of them, but they were only puppets with their strings being pulled by someone much more sinister.
“It’s my fault,” Dominic admits. “I’m the reason Bryant didn’t tell you sooner. I demanded he keep his mouth shut. He was only following orders.” He sits up straighter in his chair. “Same goes for Hayes. I ordered both of them to remain silent.”
“I would have told you, love. If I knew, I promise.” Simon’s pinky twitches like he wants to reach out and touch me but he doesn’t.
“Isn’t that fucking convenient,” Coen blurts out. “Seizing a fucking opportunity when he sees one.”
“Is there something you’d like to fucking say?” I stand and force my attention on the beautiful blond boy that I no longer recognize. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I point behind me. “What has Simon done to you to make you hate him so fucking much?”
Coen rises to his feet. “You know exactly what he’s done. Whatyou’vedone.”
My chest heaves with anger. “Fucking say it, Coen.”
“I don’t have to say it.” He glares down at me. “We all know you’ve been fucking the enemy.”
