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Connor scoffed. “Jesus, Vic, I’m not trying to—”

Then Victor’s eyes turned to me. He was rubbing at his face, dark circles under his eyes pointing out how little sleep he’d had. But I saw when he looked at my stomach, and it felt like the whole world stopped turning for a second. The anger melted into something else. “Vic?” I started, confused by the way his gaze had zeroed in on me. Or more specifically—on my stomach.My stomach. Fuck. The baby belly. I wasn’t wearing a hoodie like last night, so it was more visible. The oversized sweaters, the loose-fitting clothes I’d been hiding behind were still in my room. And now? Now there was nothing to conceal the truth.

Victor’s face twisted. His jaw locked, his eyes burning with something wild and unforgiving. Then— He lunged at Connor.

“You got my sister fucking pregnant?”

Connor barely had time to react before Victor’s fist collided with his nose. The sound—sharp, brutal, raw—cracked through the kitchen. Connor stumbled back, his head jerking to the side, blood spraying. But he didn’t fight back.

He just wiped his mouth, and braced for more. Even I could tell my brother wasn’t done.

“You piece of shit!” he roared, going for him again, his fury uncontainable.

“Vic, stop!” I screamed, my voice piercing.

But neither of them listened.

Victor shoved Connor, his rage blistering, his body vibrating with pure, unfiltered wrath.

“Say something!” he snapped at Connor. “Fucking say something, you goddamn coward!”

Connor didn’t argue. He didn’t defend himself, and he didn’t deny it, and that? That only made Victor angrier.

I felt sick as I watched them. This was exactly what I’d been afraid of. My hands were shaking. My breath was uneven. And I couldn’t fucking think.

They were still fighting, still throwing words at each other, but I didn’t hear them. All I heard was the roaring in my ears, the sound of my own pulse pounding, the way my entire body felt like it was shutting down.

I couldn’t do this.

“Both of you, get the fuck out.”

The words came out cracked, and that seemed to get their attention.

Victor snapped his head toward me, his chest still heaving. Connor wiped his bleeding lip, his shoulders tense but resigned. Neither of them moved. Neither of them listened.

I lost it.

“Did you fucking hear me?” My voice shook, my vision blurring with rage and exhaustion. “I said GET OUT!”

Victor looked at me like he couldn’t believe it. Like I was taking Connor’s side just because I didn’t want to watch them tear each other apart.

“Summer, he—”

“I don’t care!” I cut him off, shoving past them,. “I don’t fucking care! You don’t get to do this, Vic. Not in my home.”

His nostrils flared, his jaw locked. “He knocked you up, and you expect me to just fucking let that slide?”

“Yes!” I shot back, my voice cracking. “Because this isn’t your problem.”

Connor stiffened beside me. But I couldn’t look at him.

I couldn’t breathe.

Victor tugged at his collar, looking like he wanted to argue, fight, punch something else. His lips pressing into a thin, furious line.

“Fine.” His voice was rough, dark, edged in betrayal.

Then, before I could say anything else, he stormed out, slamming the door so hard behind him that the walls rattled.

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