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Now he was driving so slowly I was surprised we didn’t get pulled over for going below the speed limit. “You’re a pain in the ass.”

“So are you. What did I miss?”

I checked the speedometer. He was going fifteen miles per hour. I could run faster than this.

He hit the brakes. “You’re not talking.”

I screamed in frustration and pushed the door open. Hopping out of his truck, I slammed the door and started walking. I should have just ridden my bike. My crazy brother raced past me and turned a hard right, blocking the street with his truck.

“Dylan,” I screamed in frustration.

He rounded the truck and stood in front of me. “Remy. If you tell me, I promise I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

We stared at each other for a few seconds. Finally, I nodded and climbed back in the truck. I gave him the Cliff Notes version.

“Motherfucker.” He smacked the dash so hard I jumped in my seat.

Now he was driving like a freaking maniac, racing through town, his tires squealing as he cornered the turns. There was no middle ground with Dylan. There never had been.

“You shouldn’t have kept this from me.”

I laughed harshly. “That’s rich coming from you. For all I know, you’re banging every housewife in Costa del Rey.”

“Who told you that?”

“Everyone knows about it.”

“And you believed the rumors?”

“I don’t know what to believe anymore, Dylan. You never tell me where you’re going or how you make all this money.”

“I was dealing drugs. Mostly pills. And then I got into the underground fighting scene. I wasn’t banging housewives. I was supplying them with drugs.”

Was that any better? Peddling pills and fighting? “Why didn’t you tell me any of that?”

“Why didn’t you tell me what was going on with you?”

“I didn’t want you to get involved.”

“Exactly.”

“And Sienna… did you love her?”

I never got the answer to that question.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

I shoved the door open, and jumped out, racing over to Shane. His head was bowed, the blue lights flashing across his face.

“Shane.”

His eyes met mine for a moment. And everything stopped. For a second, we were Shane and Remy. We were good. We were happy. Our dreams were going to come true. He wasn’t handcuffed. He wasn’t being taken away by police officers.

He closed his eyes briefly and my world came crashing down around me.

“No matter what happens to me, you go on with your life. Promise me you’ll do all the things you dreamed about, Remy.”

“No.No.” I grabbed his arm, hanging onto him as if I could stop the cops from taking him away. “I love you. I love you so much.”