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It’s time to fight for my man.

Chapter 25

Psycho

“Good to see you back in the common room, brother,” Venom says as he sits beside me at the bar, and I nod nonchalantly.

I wasn’t really given an option. Blade said he has an announcement, and he also thinks being here will help me with my memories but so far, nothing, fucking zilch and if the clubwhores keep trying to slide up against me, I’m going to flip.

They know I have lost five years of memories, and they know they are slowly returning, but they are also hoping to get me in the sack before my memories return.

When I was twenty-three, I fucked as much as possible, my mind and body solely on Ivy and at the time, I knew she wanted to leave. Or so I thought she did. I didn’t want to pull her back so I got my needs from elsewhere knowing we couldn’t cross that line.

I pick up my water and take a sip.

Whenever I think about her, about how she isn’t here, I know more went down between us than anyone is willing to let on until I remember.

I feel frustrated when I think of her, conflicted, a feeling I’m beginning to believe I felt before I was shot but also love, so much fucking love but I’ve always felt that towards her, way before I should have so maybe my minds just fucked up and I’m making shit up in my head.

“She’s just trying to give you space, brother,” Venom says, and I shake my head and look at him, and I ask, “And why would she need to do that?”

He looks away, and I scoff. He won’t tell me, none of them will, and it is beginning to piss me off.

“I’d like to see one of you lose your memories,” I mutter, and Venom chuckles before I wince, pain like no other flitting through my head.

“You mother fucker!” Venom shouts as I walk out of the hallway with a lollipop for Tate, and a fist hits my face, catching me off guard.

I grunt as I bang into the corner of the wall, my ribs taking most of the contact, before Venom grabs my shirt, brings me forward, and smashes me back onto the corner before his fist hits my face again.

I squeeze my eyes shut and groan a little, my head thumping, and Venom quickly grabs my shoulder and demands, “What’s wrong, what happened?”

I shake my head and rub my hand on my forehead and mutter, “You sucker punching me without talking to me and my head throbbing.”

“Fuck,” he mutters then quickly adds, “I apologized for that shit.” I smile slightly not able stop it especially as he says, “I-I uh, you know what I’m going to go find my sister and get her to come talk to you, this whole giving you space, shit, it isn’t needed, you keep getting flashbacks. I agree with your Mama, Ivy being near you is one way to get you whole.”

That said, he knocks on the bar top and goes to leave but pauses when Blade walks in and demands, “Venom, where in the fuck are you going?”

He replies, “To find Ivy before he decides he wants to hit me for my sucker punch.”

The brothers laugh, and I half smirk, but I soon smile softly as Blade says, “Well, maybe announcing my girl is pregnant with twins, no less, will make him change his mind about hitting you...”

The brothers cheer as Luna walks over to a grinning Anna, who takes her in her arms with tears, a scene which is really good to see as Blade gets bombarded by the brothers while my dad comes over to me.

“When did you get back?” I question as I watch everyone congratulate Blade and fuck me, I am so happy for them.

I remember all the shit Luna went through, the pain of aborting her baby, not knowing if it was Blade’s or her rapists, and the fact her pregnancy will be high risk, they deserve this, they deserve all the happiness in the world.

“Right before Blade made his announcement, which I know Ivy will be upset about missing,” he says as Blade walks over and cuts in, “Luna told her. She called after you, and Jessica left her.”

I look at my dad with confusion and ask, “You saw Ivy?”

He nods sadly and admits, “We wanted to try and convince her to come see you.”

Yet, they came back alone, hurt flitters through me.

Maybe everything is in my head, or maybe I’m just making stuff up with what I want to believe.

“You have plans, Cupcake, big fucking plans that don’t involve me. Friends is all we can be because I refuse to hold you back, I refuse to push this life on you when you deserve the world. While yeah, I think last night shouldn’t have happened, I don’t regret it.”