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“Want to spar like the good old days?” she asks.

War ignores her, continuing to attack the bag.

“War—”

He suddenly stops and spins around to face her. “Why are you here, Sarah? Why don’t you sign the fucking papers and leave me alone? You want the house? Have at it. The only thing I want is my last ties to you cut.”

“I’m here because Daddy called me and told me to come for a visit.” She shrugs, and my mouth drops open when I realize it was my father who invited her here.

Goddammit! Did he do this to start shit on purpose? To make sure War and I don’t have a chance at making things work? Next, he will bring Scorp back here to pick up the pieces.

What a controlling asshole.

They always say never meet your heroes in real life.

And I have built up Rome in my head, putting him on some sort of pedestal that he never should have been put on in the first place.

War laughs without humor. “Of course he did. He knew you would come and start a shit storm in typical Sarah fashion.”

“You love me.”

“You cheated on me,” he fires back. “What happened to James, anyway?”

“We broke up,” she admits, shrugging it off. “You didn’t really expect me to be alone for five years, did you? Andyoucallmeselfish.”

“I don’t give a fuck. I want you gone,” War roars, gritting his teeth.

“No, you don’t.” She closes the space between them, pulls his face down, and kisses him.

I can tell it catches him off guard.

But he also doesn’t push her off right away.

The pregnancy test falls from my fingers.

At this moment, IknowI’mdone.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

WAR

Sarah catches me by surprise when she kisses me before I can stop her. Her mouth is familiar, but all I can taste is betrayal and the past. Pushing her off me, I hold her at a distance. “I’m in love with Ora. I’m going to give you one hour to getthe fuck outof this clubhouse.”

“Prez—”

“If he wants you here, he can put you up at his house,” I bark, sick of this whole fucking situation. “I’m serious. I’m fuckingdonewith you. I’ve beendonewith you for years. You’re just embarrassing yourself.”

She storms out, and I scrub my hands down my face.

Damn, now I have to tell Ora she kissed me, and that’s going to add another piece of ammunition into Ora’s arsenal for her to hate me even more than she already does.

Fucking wonderful.

I finish my workout, needing to get some of my anger out, then head to my room for a shower. Once I’m dressed, I go in search of my woman. I find Lu and Xanthe in the kitchen, where Lu is baking something, and Xanthe is working on her laptop at the table.

“Where’s Ora?” I ask.

“She went looking for you,” Xanthe replies, frowning.

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