Page 120 of Endgame

But then again, I knew she wouldn’t.

“Then why are you here?” she asked, looking up at my face with angry green eyes.

“I’m here because a little birdy told me you’ve been spreading shit about Mercedes.”

Britt looked up at me with a heated expression. “Yeah, so?”

“So, I want you to stop,” I shot back coldly. “Immediately.”

“I knew you liked that little bitch.” She threw her head back and laughed humorlessly. “The second you took her side at that party, I frickingknewyou had something going on with her.”

I didn’t deny it; there was no point.

I had no plans on hiding Six.

Britt would hear about us soon enough.

“Leave her alone,” I said instead. “She hasn’t done shit to you, B, so back the hell off her and stop spreading your lies.”

“Hasn’t done anything to me?” She glared at me with a mutinous expression. “She stole my boyfriend!”

“You and I both know how differently you define the word ‘boyfriend’ to the rest of the world,” I shot back heatedly. “Considering you had another guy’s dick in your mouth less than five minutes ago.”

“You broke up with me, Rourke,” she reminded me in a terse voice.

“Because you cheated on me,” I snapped, losing my temper and allowing a lot of old hurt to creep back in. “Repeatedly. For two fucking years, Britt.”

“We were together forfiveyears, Rourke!”

My brows shot up. “Oh, so because you were faithful for the first three, I should just forget about the last two, is that it?”

“I loved you.” Britt flushed a dark shade of red. “I still do.”

“Not enough,” I bit out. “You never loved me enough, B.”

“Are you serious about her?” she demanded.

I bristled. “That’s none of your business.”

“To hell it’s not,” she shot back, furious. “Give me an answer, Rourke. I deserve one.”

I ran a hand through my hair, desperately trying to calm myself down.

What the hell did this girl want from me?

“I gave you all I had,” I hissed out hoarsely. “Fucking everything. Five years, Britt. Never once in that whole damn time did I look at another girl. I was fucking loyal to you. I goddamn listened to you over my friends – took your side over people that have been in my life since I was a baby. And even when Iknewyou were on me, whentheytold me what you were doing, I took you back. I gave you chance after chance. Again, and a-fucking-gain. And what did you do? You fucked me up, B.” I tapped my temple with my fingers, trying to emphasize to this girl just how close she came to breaking me. “And now I have the chance of actually moving on with my life and getting over you, you want to keep me down? Why?” My chest heaved. “Why can’t you just leave me be?”

“Because you’remine, Rourke Owens!” she screamed. “You willalwaysbe mine, and that skanky, fat bitch doesn’t deserve you.”

“Leave her out of this,” I snarled. “Don’t look at her. Don’t speak to her. Hell, pretend you never fucking heard of her.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, Rourke,” Britt countered. “It’s like you said; we’re not together anymore.” Shrugging, she added, “I don’t need to do shit for you.”

Anger coursed through my veins. “Keep your mouth shut about Mercedes,” I hissed, voice low and threatening. “I’m warning you, Britt.”

“Or what?” she shot back, jutting her chin out.

I leaned closer. “Or you and me are gonna have a problem.”

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