“I’m sorry, I …” I swallow the thick knot lodged in my throat. “No you’re not,” Lorenzo spits. The venom in his tone hurts me even more than his younger brother’s fists. The three of us have been best friends for as long as I can remember, and the way they’re looking at me right now fucking kills me. “No, I’m not,” I admit. “But I should have done things differently.” “You could have any fucking woman you want,” Dante says as he steps over to join his brother—to stand against me. “But you had to pick our kid sister. Why the fuck, Max?” “I didn’t plan this.” “How long?” Lorenzo asks. “Was the
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