Page 61 of Harder Betrayal


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I spoke through gritted teeth. “I am calm, asshole.”

He relaxed against the couch, turning quiet as he remained lost in thought.

I reached for my glass and took a drink.

“You think you could talk to her?”

Good thing I’d just swallowed. Otherwise, I would have spit it all out. “Me?”

“You two are obviously friends…or something.”

Or something was more accurate.

“She stayed with you for two weeks. You bought her an apartment. An apartment I’m going to pay you back for.”

“It was a gift.”

“She’s my woman.”

“She saved my life, so it’s a gift.” I wouldn’t take his money. Or her money.

Cauldron sidestepped the subject. “Will you talk to her?”

“And say what, exactly?”

“That she should give me another chance.”

I stared at my brother, feeling conflicted.

Cauldron studied my gaze, saw my unspoken thoughts. “You won’t do it.”

“I can’t. I’m sorry.”

His face went pale, as if I’d stabbed him in the back and drained his blood. “Why?”

“I don’t want to get involved—”

“Bullshit. That’s not the reason.”

“You really want me to say it?” I asked incredulously. “I don’t think you’ve changed. I don’t think anything is different. I’m not going to convince her to put herself in the same situation that nearly broke her. She and I are done, but that doesn’t mean I don’t still care about her.”

Cauldron looked away, his face still white as snow.

“I’m sorry, man.”

“I don’t think I’d be this miserable if things hadn’t changed. I wouldn’t be willing to pay off Bartholomew if I wasn’t serious.”

I kept my mouth shut.

“What could I do to prove otherwise?”

I still didn’t say anything.

“Grave?”

“I’m not going to answer that.”

“Why?”

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