Page 92 of Love Me

“The wedding is scheduled for this spring.”

She runs out, slamming the door behind her.

I deck Blake in the chin, splitting it.

“What the fuck, man?”

“She’s off limits.”

I shove my hands in my pockets, staring at the door.

“Is it true?” he asks.

“It’s a possibility.”

“Are you mad?”

“When it comes to her, I’m all sorts of things.”

“Have you heard of condoms?”

I gnash my teeth so hard my jaw might crack with the tension. “You don’t get it.”

“You’ll put an even bigger target on her back.”

“And you know this because?”

His brows bunch together, and he avoids looking me in the eye.

“Do you have something to tell me?”

“Are you accusing me of something?”

I drag him by the back of his neck, and our foreheads touch. “You’re my brother. I trust you with my life.”

“The same.”

I walk back to the living room with a nagging feeling that something is not right. Celine is sprawled on the couch beside Mia, with Hunter placing ice packs on her knuckles. The others must be in their respective rooms.

I suppress a smile when he says, “You got him good? Did you use my technique?”

My feet are rooted to the floor, contemplating Celine in her element. She is at ease, smiling genuinely. I ease back, though they can’t see me from this angle.

“You mean the move you stole from me?”

“Take that back.”

Mia says, “You two are acting like kindergartners. And that move is your father’s.”

“Yeah, he kicked my ass that day. Shall we tell him that you’re fucking his enemy’s son?” Hunter taunts.

“I will cut your balls off if you tell him that.”

They continue to bicker, but I can only think of one thing: Mia said father as in Celine’s father. Something’s not right there. I tiptoe up the stairs and take out my laptop.

“I need your help.” I type in the encrypted chat Bailey set up. We can never be sure if someone is watching, so she came up with this.

“What?”

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