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At that moment, Ink came strolling in through the back door. Neon glanced at him then back at me. “Will it help if I say I’ll blow Ink?”

Ink balked. “Say what?”

I wasn’t amused. “No.”

“Hold up one cotton-picking minute.” Ink walked over. “Dude, I have no idea what she did, but please, in the name of God, let her apologize for whatever it is by blowing me.”

“Oh, my God.” Neon shoved against his chest. “You are such a slut.”

Ink followed her out of the kitchen, spitting out promises of mind-blowing sixty-nines and multiple orgasms. Neon’s only reaction was giving him the finger. It would have been amusing if it wasn’t for me and my brother glaring at each other from across the room.

Onyx crossed his arms while leaning back against the counter. “You look pissed, big brother.”

“Do I?” I took a seat at the table, straightening my legs out in front of me. “What the fuck you doing, Onyx?”

“Nothing, man. Neon let her out so the prospects could clean her room.”

“And you just let her?”

Onyx snorted. “Do you know Neon? There’s no telling that woman.”

“You’re the VP. You should know better.”

His jaw clenched, lips pulled in a straight line. “And you’re the president. You should know better than to put the club at risk for your own fucking personal reasons.”

A wrecking ball of flames and fury slammed against my chest, and I balled my fists, feeling the veins bulge in my arms. “You should think twice before throwing those kinds of accusations around, little brother.”

He pushed himself off the counter and grabbed a beer from the fridge. “It’s the truth. You and I both know it.”

“Explain,” I demanded simply, relaxing my fists a little.

“Sure. I’ll explain it to you in one word.” He popped the cap off his beer. “Kate.”

Yeah. One word. Just one fucking word that made me want to beat the shit out of my brother. The second her name left his mouth, I wanted to slam my fist into his face and break his nose.

Instead, I got up from the chair, needing to be face-to-face with him. “Don’t go there, brother.”

Onyx smirked. “Why not, brother? Afraid to relive some old memories?”

“Don’t.”

He set his beer down on the table, straightening. “Why not? You and I both know what’s really going on here. You have your own personal reasons for having her here.” He pointed toward the bedroom where Alyx was. “And using her as a pawn in our little game of revenge against the Pythons is only half of it.”

“Don’t talk about shit you don’t know.”

“Oh, I know. I know about Kate, and I know Alyx reminds you of her. That’s why she’s here, isn’t it?”

In that moment, I lost my shit, launching myself at Onyx. We grabbed at each other’s collars and gripped tight, a fucking deadlock between two giants ready to break each other.

“It’s been a long time since I kicked your ass, little brother. Keep on talking, and that will change.”

Onyx didn’t move and didn’t lessen his grip on my cut. “I’m right. She does remind you of Kate. You know how I know?” He clenched his jaw, gritting his teeth. “Because she reminds me of Kate as well.”

For a brief second, I saw in his eyes what I had felt in my soul for years. Anger. Regret. Grief. But instead of feeling sorry for him, it made me want to hurt him even more.

“Why are you two talking about my sister when you’re about to kill each other?”

Onyx and I looked at Dutch standing by the door. Immediately, Onyx and I let go of each other, but I kept my eyes on him. “Stay away from her, Onyx. Consider this your first and last warning.”