It took me a long time to not think about her every second of every fucking day, wondering what she was doing with Jeb. Whether he was treating her well, whether he made her smile like we did, whether he loved her like I did, I do. I turned my pain into anger. I fucked other women, I cut people, broke them and didn’t fucking blink, but a couple of weeks in her presence and I’m questioning everything I’ve become. “Malik Brov…?” she croaks, swallowing hard. “No! Not him. I made sure of that,” I say fiercely. No fucking way. Not that man. Not him. “What do you mean?” she snaps, confusion in her
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