was a mistake. I was—”
“You knew exactly what you were doing.”
“Please, just let me explain,” I cry out, tears coursing down my cheeks.
“You could have killed Lily—an innocent in all of this—and my unborn baby. You knowingly gave her that address,” Jaxon grits out, his arms crossed over his chest. The menace pouring off him has me catching my breath.
I wrap my arms around myself, feeling cold to the core.
“No, I—
“Yes, you did. I called Lily to confirm it.”
I swipe the tears from my cheeks, gasping for air. “I didn’t—"
“Stop fucking lying,” Wyatt roars, his temples pulsing.
“I’m not. I—” I try again, my lip trembling as more tears slide down my cheeks.
He lets out a bitter laugh. “You had me fooled. Not many can say that they have. You made a good act, but now the act is over. Now fuck off with your crocodile tears because they aren’t going to work with us.”
“Please, I love you,” I sob, taking a step towards him. I reach for his arm, but he steps back, out of my reach. “I love you. Please, listen to—"
His lip curls. “If you were a man, I’d punch you right now, but fortunately for you, I don’t hit women.”
“I do,” Paisley growls, her face tight as she steps forward, not giving me a chance to protect myself before her hand swings out and she slaps me across the face.
I cry out, holding my hand up to my stinging cheek. “Please,” I plead, begging Wyatt to listen.
“You’ve done enough damage,” Paisley answers when Wyatt refuses to even look at me, his jaw clenching. “You are one sick bitch. You told me your father was dead. It was a lie, and you used our grief to make us feel for you.”
I feel bile rising in my throat. “No.”
Paisley’s usually soft features harden as she takes another step forward, but Landon steps up, pulling her into his chest. “You make me sick.”
A sob hitches up my throat as I turn back to Wyatt, desperately needing him to hear me out. “Please, Wyatt, hear me out. Just five minutes, then I’ll go.”
His narrowed gaze lands on me and a cold chill runs through me. “No, because I’m done being made a fool of. Your pussy is good, but it isn’t that good,” he snarls. “You fucking played me and didn’t even blink, nor once made me feel like you were guilty of that. Hell, even Jaxon questioned you and I point blank told him you’d never do that to us.”
Hearing his voice crack breaks my resolve and the tears come down faster. I struggle to swallow past the lump in my throat. I take another step forward, bringing myself closer, and reach for his arm. “It was never like that. Please, just five minutes.”
He shrugs me off and I flinch, taking a step back. My foot twists on a stone and I fall. Wyatt tries to reach for me despite his hatred, but it’s too late. I scrape my knee on the ground when I turn to save my fall.
I don’t feel the sting when blood begins to leak from the small wound through my torn jeans.
Feeling utterly embarrassed and at their mercy, I force a wall up, shutting out the pain, the hurt, and the heartache as I get to my feet.
I look him dead in the eye, not feeling anything. “I love you. I never once lied about that. Everything between us was real.”
He takes a step forward, narrowing his eyes at me. “Get your stuff and fuck off back to daddy. I don’t want to look at your face for a minute longer.”
I jerk my head into a nod and slowly turn back to the car, reaching in for my handbag and grabbing the memory stick from the front pocket. I don’t dare look at Wyatt or the others. No, my gaze is for Jaxon. And although he’s still angry as hell, his eyebrows draw together when I head over to him, handing him the memory card.
“What’s this?” he rumbles, his voice deep but no less menacing.
“Everything we could put together on Andrew. His clients, blackmail, meetings and a timeline. I’m not sure if it’s any use, but there may be something there you can use.”
“Why?” he asks, looking over my shoulder, but I ignore it, feeling numb to it all.
“I never meant for any of you to get hurt. It was never my intention, and I never purposely sent Lily there or gave him that information.”
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