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“She said she’s fucking fine, Gentry.” I take a few steps forward. “Get the hell out of here.”
“Look, Brody—”
“No. Nolook, Brodyanything. Shut the fuck up and get—”
“Excuse me!” Bria screams, stepping toward me, chest heaving. “Excuse fucking me.” As she pokes her finger into my chest, her eyes burn into mine with nothing but hate. “How dare you! Howfuckingdare you follow us out here, trying to run him off.” Looking me up and down, she scoffs. “You lost the right, asshole. So, fuckrightoff.”
God, she makes me so fucking mad. Always getting under my skin, screwing with my head.
The way she’s yelling at me right now, anger radiating from her body like a paved driveway on a sunny day…well, it makes my cock twitch.
“What are you going to do, Wildflower?” I jerk my chin toward Watson, keeping my voice low. So low that he won’t hear me. “Fuck him out here in this alley? Fuck him and pretend it’s me?”
Moving closer. So close that her chest thrusts against mine and I feel her perfect, perky tits on my shirt.
She holds her chin up in defiance. “Trust me, I mightfuckhim. But I promise you, I won’t be imagining it’s you. Asshole.”
“Gentry, leave,” I hiss, never looking away from her.
“Brody, I’m not going to just—”
“Oh, you will,” I mutter. “And you know it. I need to talk to her. You don’t.”
He blows out a breath. “Bria? Do you want me to stay? We can walk inside right now.”
Turning slowly, she sighs. “Just give us a minute. Thanks for your help tonight.”
Nodding awkwardly, he walks back inside. Leaving just me and her.
“Why the fuck would you say that?” I snarl, walking toward her until her back is to the brick building. “Telling me you’re going to fuck him?” I lean down, hovering my lips over hers. “Do you have any idea how much that pisses me off? How badly that makes me want to kill him? That’s my fucking goalie, Wildflower. And now, all I can imagine is bashing his face in.”
I press my forehead to hers. “You are ruining me, Bria. Single-fucking-handedly destroying me. And it’s not little by little. It’s huge fucking pieces, all at once.” I look into her eyes. “Do you think I want to chase you into an alley? Do you think I want to make myself sick, imagining another man’s hands on your body? Fuck no, Bria. It’s killing me.You’rekilling me.”
She’s quiet for a minute, and I’m wondering what the hell is going on inside her mind.
“You ruined me first,” she whispers. “I told you I loved you. And you couldn’t handle it.”
“That’s because I don’t do love. I mean, fuck, Bria! I don’t even know how to. I wouldn’t even know where to start.” I grind my back teeth together. “But when you’re with another man? Fuck, you don’t even know how mad that makes me. How much I want to punish you for even mentioning fucking another dude.”
I see the tears gather in her eyes before they drip down her face.
“Since it appears our pact is off, I can have sex with whoever I want, Brody. As can you.” She shakes her head lightly. “To you, it’s about control. Controlling me and getting what you need from it. And I get it because, for so much of your life—just like mine—you didn’t have any say in what happened. Everything around us was controlled by other people’s problems. But that’s not how things work now. Not in friendships or relationships. It’s also not fair to either of us.”
She looks at me—likereallylooks at me. And I swear, she sees through my soul.
She puts her hand to my chest. “You call it darkness that’s inside of you. That feeling that’s making you so angry. But I call it pain.” A tear drops down her cheek. “I could have helped you, if you’d only let me.” Sucking in a breath, she blows it out. “You can’t control my life, Brody. You don’t have that right.”
Ducking under my arm, she moves around me and goes back inside. And I watch the only thing I’ve ever wanted close to me walk away.
In a perfect world, maybe she really could have fixed me. But I learned at a young age that this place is far from perfect.
Bria
Brody left. Watson is keeping a good twenty feet between us, not looking my way. And my skin is still on fire from being so close to Brody in the alley.
I could have had sex with him. I know all it would have taken was for me to give him the green light, and we’d have been right back to where we had left off the night he came to my house. But I knew that wasn’t what I needed. Even if it was what I so,sodesperately wanted.
As the remainder of Club 83’s customers head out the door, Cam Hardy struts toward the bar. He looks like a beaten puppy dog with its tail between his legs as he stares at me.
