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Freya:Wish we could stay home *wink*

Charlie:I can’t be held responsible 4 the dirty things I’d do 2 U

Freya:Wow!

Charlie:Can’t w8 2 eat that sweet pussy

Freya:OMG Ure making me so hot

Charlie:I’ll make ur pussy soaked b4 the nite is through

Charlie:I’ll pick u up form the bar and we’ll go back 2 ures

Freya:Gotta get back 2 work. TTYL

A fire razed through my chest. My lip curled, fingers tightening around the cell before I pulled my arm back and launched it against the wall, snarling as a loud splintering sound filled the air, and it shattered into tiny pieces.

My jaw clenched hard as granite.

What the fuck?

Staring sightlessly at the dent I’d just made in the wall, I rubbed at the ache in my chest.

Freya fucking Stone drove me crazy. When had she started getting random dick? And who the hell was Charlie? My hands clenched into fists as my brain conjured up the image of some pretty prep boy all over her.

I knew the type. I grew up with them. Hell, back in the day, I was one of them.

Freya Stone needed an intervention. She was too pretty, too lippy, and too fucking wild. It looked cute on a teen, but she was in her twenties now; Jesus, she was training to be a goddamned doctor.

With a quiet growl, I reached into my desk drawer and grabbed a packet of antacids. Popping three out, I shoved them in my mouth and started chewing, my mind still tripping over what I’d just read.

It was times like these I wished I didn’t have to monitor this shit.

Admittedly, I watched Freya’s cell much more closely than the brothers’, but I had to. She was so fucking beautiful and always seemed to attract trouble.

For years, I’d watched her date randoms and bruise hearts. Freya didn’t set out to hurt people, but for whatever reason, her relationships got to a certain point, and she ended things.

And every time she did, I’d find myself breathing a sigh of relief.

I’d watched the club’s princess morph from a pretty teenager into a beautiful woman.

There were rules stating she was off-limits, so I knew we could never be anything, but it didn’t stop me from wanting to punch a wall every time I saw her on the arm of some fucknut who could never be worthy of a girl like her, like this fucking Charlie guy, for instance.

The burn in my gut crept into my chest, forcing me to pop another antacid and toss it into my mouth.

Motherfucker.

The echo of footsteps sounded from the hallway, and Breaker appeared in the doorway. He noticed the smashed pieces of cell phone scattered on the floor and barked a laugh. “What did that cell phone ever do to you?”

I scrubbed a hand down my face. “Your fuckin’ sister will be the death of me.”

“What’s she done now?”

“Some asshole’s sextin’ her,” I bit out. “And she’s lapping it up.”

Break brought a hand up to cover his grin. “How many cell phones have you destroyed this week?”

I got up to retrieve my SIM card from the broken remains of my cell. “Too fuckin’ many. She’s your sister. Can’t you do somethin’ about her?”

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