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“You sure it’s not too soon for this?” she asked, as if I wasn’t there. “It’s hurting him.”

“Of course, it’s too soon,” Izzy stated with a knowing wink my way. “But he’s tough. Besides, it will always—”

I pushed to my feet, shooting her a glare. The permanent damage to my shoulder was nothing Kaylie needed to know about. I could deal with the pain. What I couldn’t deal with was her guilt. She blamed herself. If she knew the truth about my healing, she’d feel worse.

Izzy gave me a long look, then addressed Kaylie. “It will hurt, but it’ll get better with training. It looks rough, but trust me—I’m a doctor.”

Kaylie didn’t look convinced, and to be honest, neither was I. If I took this to any other practice, I’m sure I’d be told to lift a milk packet max. But I didn’t mind. And Izzy knew the importance of getting rehabilitated fast rather than traditionally. In her line of work, being slow, being injured, meant danger. That was now my reality, too. Whether I wanted it or not. I had to fucking learn that the hard way.

“Have you heard from Dominic?” I asked, changing the subject before Izzy slipped up and revealed too much. “Has he had any luck?”

Izzy sighed, sitting on the bench. I sat down again too. “Nothing so far. I’m beginning to think Alex lied.”

“To save his own ass?” I winced as Kaylie’s hands were back, rubbing the bony part of the shoulder.

“Sorry,” she breathed, and Izzy nodded for her to go on.

“You’re doing good. He’s just being a wimp.”

I huffed. She had no fucking clue what this felt like. She’d fucking cry if it was her.

“What about the boyfriend?” I asked to distract myself. “He’s still alive?”

“They both are,” Izzy said. “Dom never breaks a promise. I just wish he’d get something in return. It’s been six weeks. He’s out there. Risking his life because he’s too stubborn to let anyone else handle it.”

“He wants revenge,” I said. It wasn’t stubbornness or distrust in his men. It was cold revenge, and I knew damn well how consuming it was.

It led me to Julie’s killer. Made me look him in the eye and put a bullet in his head. No hesitation. No regret. Just icy-cold revenge. A life for a life. It didn’t take the pain away as I had hoped, but it gave me some sort of closure. Dominic needed that, too. Even if it meant taking his brother’s life.

“Wait.” Izzy’s large eyes were wide. “Hetoldyou?”

“What Mr. X did to him? Yeah.”

“Wow,” Izzy breathed. “It’s not like my brother to open up.”

Dominic’s words drifted back to me. My question.

“Why do you hate your brother so much?”

A dark look came over his face, hardening his features into chiseled stone. “He destroyed my life.”

“You were in prison?”

His dark eyes locked on me, and brief confusion flickered in those dead orbs.

“Rumors travel fast,” I added with a sneer. Alex told Kaylie. Kaylie told me.

“Yeah,” Dominic confessed. “Xander put me there. He took everything from me. I won’t rest until he’s dead.”

I blinked Izzy’s stunned face back into focus. “We had a moment.” I chuckled, adding with a twisted grin, “And bourbon.”

“I see.” She smiled. “That makes more sense.”

“Don’t do this.” Izzy caught her brother by the front door the following night, and I stood back, watching. “He’s not going to show. It was a lie, and God knows a distraction.”

“No,” I spoke up, taking a few hesitant steps closer to the twins. Dom’s vibes screamed danger. He not only looked lethal dressed all in black, but the energy surrounding him made cold needles prickle my skin. “Alex was telling the truth. I felt it. How hard it was for him to say it. He knew he was selling out his own father, and he did it, anyway.”

A shadow of a smirk twisted Dom’s lips and Izzy groaned.

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