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“I know Romeo,” she mutters, and my hold on her hip tightens.

“What?” I growl. And then it hits me that she said ‘nice to see you,’ not ‘nice to meet you.’ “How?”

“We used to date,” she admits, worrying her bottom lip. “It was a few years back. I had no idea he was prospecting. Haze, it’s in the past?—”

I know it’s not fair, but I see red.

Romeo, the man who looks like he should be on a fucking magazine cover, has had my girl. “You fucked him?”

Fire ignites in her eyes. “Yes, I did. You’ve fucked how many women here?”

I gently sit her down on the chair next to me and then move to jump over the bar.

“War!” Luella yells, trying to pull me back by my cut.

War puts his arm around my neck to stop me from beating the shit out of Romeo. “What the fuck, Haze?”

“You fucked my woman?” I roar, and Prez steps up to help War restrain me.

“It was before she was yours, man,” Romeo states, crossing his arms over his chest, legs braced apart.

“She’s always been mine!” I bark, anger filling my veins and clouding my head and judgment.

“Romeo, get out of here for a bit,” Prez orders, and he disappears.

“Haze, it was before you,” Luella speaks from behind him.

Ora’s got her arms around her, and they are both watching me.

Fuck.

Taking a deep, calming breath, I shrug War and Prez off me and turn to face her. Is this how she feels every time she sees one of the women I’ve been with, even if it doesn’t mean anything?

Wait, did Romeo ever mean something to her?

If so, he’s not going to get my vote for him to patch in as a full member.

No, he can get the fuck out of here.

Ora doesn’t help when she mutters, “You lucky bitch.”

I head outside, needing some air. I know I’m being a hypocritical bastard, but it doesn’t help calm the jealousy pumping through my veins. I knew Luella had dated around. She didn’t come to me a virgin, but fuck.

She wraps her arms around me from behind. “I know you don’t want to hear this, but too bad because I’ve had to deal with that bitch Daisy all of this time. Romeo and I slept together a few times. I didn’t even know him as Romeo, which is why when he was mentioned, I didn’t think anything of it. I knew him as Tate. It was only sex, and there was nothing deeper between us other than friendship. He treated me well, and then we moved on. You don’t get to be angry at him because he’s done nothing wrong. You hadn’t claimed me then. If there’s anyone to blame, it’s not Romeo.”

No, it’s me.

And I think that’s why it burns so fucking much.

“I know,” I rasp, turning around and burying my face into her stomach.

She runs her fingers through my hair. “I want to fucking kill him.”

“Haze…”

I smile at her exasperated tone. “But you’re right. He did nothing wrong. It was in the past, just like all my hookups.”

She kisses the top of my head. “Only want you, have only wanted you since I can remember. You have nothing to worry about.”