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“Well, congratulations, you did the opposite.”

He scrubs a hand over his face, and for the first time since I’ve known him, Light looks...lost.

“Let me stay. We’ll figure this out.”

I shake my head, swallowing down the lump in my throat.

“No. Not tonight. It’s better if you don’t stay.”

He stares at me, searching for a crack in my resolve. But I have nothing left to give. Not tonight.

Slowly, he steps back, the hurt flickering in his eyes before he buries it under his usual armor of anger and indifference.

“Fine,” he bites out. “But this isn’t over.”

I don’t answer. I close the door softly but firmly, leaning my forehead against it once it clicks shut.

Outside, I hear him stand there for a long minute. Then the bike roars to life again, and the sound of him leaving cuts through the silence like a knife.

I slide back down the door to the floor, wrapping my arms around my knees, feeling more alone than I ever have.

Fourteen

Light

He puthis fucking hands on her.

The anger that is pulsing through my body right now is more intense than anything I've ever felt in my life. Not even when I figured out that Alisha had played me was I this angry. When I cornered that bastard and told him to deliver a message to Deke I never thought that it would blow back on Melissa. Not physical.

This bastard must really have a death wish. He put his fucking hands on her.

If he wants to die, I'm going to speed up the process.

I race back to the clubhouse. I'd only just left so I know that Semi is still there. He's the only one that I know has any information on Deke. So far I haven't really pressed him because I know he was still on the look out for his ex-wife, but now I don't have the patience to sit on my hands and wait for him to sift through the mess to find what he needs. I want all the information he has on Deke and his people, now.

The second I shove open the clubhouse doors, all heads snap my way. The laughter cuts like a blade. Someone at the bar mutters something, but I don’t hear it.

I don’t see anything except him.

Semi.

He's at the far end of the room, sitting on one of the cracked leather couches, sipping from a bottle like he hasn’t got a care in the world.

“SEMI!” My voice booms through the space, sharp and cutting.

He looks up, eyebrows raising slowly. “You lose your damn mind out there or just forget how to say hello?”

I’m already across the room before anyone can react, boots stomping hard against the floor. The rage in me is too thick to hold back. I grab the front of his cut and haul him halfway to his feet.

“You wanna tell me what the fuck you know about Deke?”

The room goes still. Every patch in the place stops mid-movement.

Semi blinks once. Calm. Cold. Not intimidated in the slightest.

“You better unhand me, brother,” he says, low and controlled. “Before you make a mistake neither of us can walk back from.”

I don’t let go.

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