Page 170 of Broken Ties (Rixon High 4)

‘Raiders don’t behave like hotheaded assholes who can’t keep their tempers in check,’he’d said.

But my world had come crashing down around me and something inside me had cracked.

I let out a heavy sigh. “Look, I’m sorry—”

“It’s not us you should be apologizing to,” Sofia scoffed.

“I know that. Fuck, Sofe. I know. But I need to figure out some things. It’s Poppy.”

And I’d already hurt her enough.

I didn’t want to make it worse. Maybe some breathing room would be a good thing. Maybe she would—

Who the fuck was I kidding?

Poppy wouldn’t just roll over this time. She wouldn’t brush this aside because she loved me.

Fuck, she loved me.

I’d been a fool not to see it.

To ignore it for so long.

I drained my coffee and stood up.

“Where are you going?” Ezra’s brow arched.

“To fix this.”

“Good luck.” The asshole smirked. “Something tells me you’re going to need it.”

I flipped him off.

“Go get ’em tiger,” Sofia added with a chuckle, and I glared at her.

“I’m glad you two think this is funny.”

She shrugged. “You only have yourself to blame.”

Well, fuck.

I really couldn’t argue with that.

“But for what it’s worth,” she added. “I really hope you two can work things out, Aaron.”

“Thanks,” I said. “That means—”

“Because, you know, I’d really hate to have to pick Poppy over you in the divorce settlement.”

“Ouch.” Ezra chuckled.

“Okay, assholes, I’m going.”

“Good luck,” Sofia called.

“Thanks,” I murmured.

Because I was really going to fucking need it.

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