bChapter /bb386 /b

    Or maybe… I dropped my voice and tilted my head, narrowing my eyes, she gives him more than you ever have. Or ever bwill /b

    bThat /bcold expression? It shifted. A fucking violent shift. I saw rage in his eyes. He looked like a storm trying to hold itself back. His breathing became shallow, and his shoulders tensed.

    Good, I was right there. I had hit a line even he would prefer not to hit.

    Non stepped forward fast, cing a hand on my arm, “Kester. That’s enough.”

    1 jerked away.

    *Kester Hamilton, Saint bit out through clenched teeth, desperately trying to hold onto his self–control. But, no. I wanted him to lose it. I bwanted /bbhim /bto give me a push… Just the nudge I needed to bury my fist in his face. I desperately needed to hit someone.

    b“/bWhat?” I chuckled darkly, leaning in just enough to make it personal. “Don’t tell me you’ve also been dying to get a taste of her little cuntb? /bbHm/bb? /bbI /bblooked /bhim dead in the eye. “But your best friend beat you to it? That’s gotta sting, Saint. Watching her melt for him when she barely even looks at you like a manb, /bI bet she sees you for the monster you are.”

    I clicked my tongue, slowly. “Tough fucking luck.”

    “Fucking hell, Kester!” Non hissed, attempting to bstep /bin between usb, /bbso /bhe bcould /bbpush /bme backb. /b“Stop this…

    Toote.

    Because the moment the words left my mouth, I saw something snap. Saint’s eyes went bck/b. And just like unleashing hell and all its bfury/bb, /bSaint Rollins bhit /bme. A punch straight to my face.

    Exactly what I wanted.

    bI /bstumbled half a step back, tasted iron on my tongueb, /band smiled like a fucking lunatic. “That’s it,” bI /bsaid, grinning through the sting. “There’s the breal /bbyou /bI’d been waiting for.”

    I never knew there was something that could crack the bastard up. Let alone a woman… Who says there were rare men with no weaknesses?

    I didn’t wait for another second to pass me by.

    I fucking swung.

    My fist collided with his jaw, and he staggered half a bstep /bback.

    Saint didn’t say a word. He bjust /bstraightened, wiped the blood from his lip with the back of his hand… and cracked his neck like he was finally being bgiven /bpermission to breathe.

    Then he came at me.

    The next punch mmed into my ribs, knocking the breath from my lungs.

    I grunted, swung back, and caught him across bthe /bcheek.

    He tackled me into the wall, but I twisted out and shoved him bback/b. bHe /bhit a metal btray /bstand and knocked it over with a bloud /bcrash. bInstruments /bspilled everywhere.

    It didn’t matter. It isn’t something money could not rece.

    “Goddamn it!” Non barked, trying to wedge himself between us, but he caught an elbow and stumbled back.

    I didn’t feel the pain anymore. I didn’t even feel my stitches straining or my thigh bleeding again. bAll /bI felt was fireb, /bband /bbthe /bbneed /bbto /bbbleed /bbit /bbout/bb. /b

    bChapter /bb386 /b

    biWe /i/bbcircled /beach other like predators until Saint grabbed me by the cor and drove his bknee /binto bmy /bbstomach/bb, /bI bcoughed /bbhard/bb, /bthen eliberated how en bchin/b. bHe /bcursed under his breath and swung again, but this btime/b, I caught bhis /bfist midairb. /b

    For one second, we just stood there with our eyes locked on each other.

    bSomething /bbehind Saint’s beyes /bchanged… A cold, pressing force that leaned forward as he released his Alpha aura into the air.

    bAnd /bfuck me if bI /bshould cower at that.

    I fucking matched his energy.

    The hallway suddenly burst into chaos as hospital security and a flood of nurses and doctors poured in.

    Three men tackled me. Someone screamed, “Back! Get back!” Another tried to grab Saint, but he threw the guy off like trash. His eyes were pitch–bck /bbnow/bb. /bHe looked ready to rip someone’s throat out.

    It took five people to hold us apart.

    “Stop! This is a hospital, goddamn it!” a doctor shouted. “You want to kill each other, do it outside. Not where people are trying to stay alive!”

    Saint bwas /bstill breathing like a bull, chest heaving, shoulders locked like a predator in a cage. Blood slid from his nose. His knuckles were red and raw

    Author’s noteb: /b

    bI /bjust want to say a big THANK YOU to all my readers who have been patient with me during these trying timesb. /bYou all bare /bthe best.

    To those who thought I was beingzy and unserious, while I was sick and recovering, I still love you all nhelessb. /b

    I am well now and fully back to work. Frequent daily updates resume today, as we bring our favorite story to an end in a bfew /bdays.

    Don’t forget to check out the story of Alpha Saint and Beta Kyrie, MATED bTO /bMY STEPBROTHER AND HIS BEST FRIEND. bIt’s /bintriguing, bintense/bb, /bband /bunapologetically dark.

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