Page 31 of Tattered Souls

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I narrowed my gaze at him as I saw Tatum tense.

Oh no.

Not no.

But fuck no.

“You’re at my garage. You’re in my territory now, motherfucker. Don’t you ever interrupt Tatum again. Hear me?”

He grumbled.

Then I looked down at Tatum and winked, “You're prettier than him anyway.”

I lied.

She was stunning. Prettiest thing I ever saw.

After I answered Lance’s questions, and yeah, he changed his tune real goddamn fast, Lance moved to his car to leave.

“Were you flirting with me to make him jealous?” I heard asked ever so softly, that it managed to hurt something I’dthought immune to anyone other than my family and closest friends.

When I nodded without thinking, I watched as hurt flashed in her eyes.

And before I could say anything to ease that hurt, she turned on her heel and headed to his car.

Fuck. Me.

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It wasn’t until a few days later that I started noticing something.

And at what I saw, I felt something, something I’ve only ever felt once before.

Fucking rage.

I stood there, and I planned.

Tatum

I thought I had covered it.

I was used to covering the bruises.

So good in fact that no one ever noticed.

Not the times that Lance did it.

And not the times our father did it.

So good, in fact, that my brother never noticed.

And I never wanted him to know.

He had already had it rough by being in the same house as our father before I came into the picture.

He was the only person on this planet I had truly loved.

But.... remember I said that I thought I had covered it.

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