Page 1 of His Witness To Love

CHAPTER ONE

"I don't understand; what do you mean?" she asked, her voice shaking with fear.

Mack tried to reach for her, but she took a slow step back, her pupils full of uncertainty.

"Brie, think, please. Did you speak with anyone else when you were???" his eyes searched her face as he spoke.

The room went silent. The last few weeks had been hard on them, all of them.

"No, I mean, I saw a few others. When they would come for Rachel... But they never spoke to me, never really focused on me. I never even saw faces."

Mack watched her rack her mind, sifting through her memories. There was no helping it; he could tell she was being serious.

"It makes no sense! Damn!"

The rage and panic in him slowly gave birth to a new thing, something wilder, manic.

His heartbeat went harder with each second that passed, and then he stared straight at her, letting the wheels turn in his head until finally, it clicked.

"Bryan,” he spat.

"What? No, it can't be!" she shot back

"It could only be him, Brie."

"No, it's not! Stop this Mack," she begged

"I've seen people like Kamal, Brie, sick people, heck the nutter we already know caressed you before he even decided to plunge his thing in you. I wouldn't put it past your shriveled dead beat to hang around you just before he…"

"ENOUGH!"

Brie slumped into a ball at the end of the room

"That's enough; it can't be him, Mack. I know you want it to be, but it can't; it just can't!"

Once again, the room went silent. Somewhere in him, he knew he'd hurt her by how hard she took his going at her ex. A part of him wanted him gone, away from her; he didn't care how it had to happen. A bigger part of him clung to reason. Various alibis and cameras over the week would definitely prove the innocence of the man. He had no motive, and the Brotherhood of Blood didn't go for the average higher middle-class Joe.

He was jealous, he knew it, and he also knew he wasn't handling it well.

He had to admit that seeing them together had done more than just something to him; it was a lingering feeling, clouding his judgment.

I’m sorry, Brie,” he said in a low whisper. He made his way to where she was and lowered himself to her level. he put her hand in his and just let her squeeze him for assurance.

“I’m just worried, I guess, about all this, about us.”

She hid her face in her hands at his words.

“Brie.”

She poked her head out from behind her knees.

“I got a text, too.”

“Huh?” Mack asked.

“Earlier today,” she reached into her pocket and handed him her phone. “Mack I…” she began to shake, finding it difficult to finish.

“Hang in their Brie, I’ve got you,” he said and held her.

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