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“Seriously? Fuck, you’re shithoused.” A snarl pulls at my lips at the laughter in his voice.

Instead of responding, I flip Trey the bird over my shoulder as I march to the bedroom door—which keeps moving. Closing one eye, I focus on one door and aim for it. Unfortunately for me, I chose the wrong one. My face smacks into something hard, followed by a big toe. Stumbling back, I lose my footing. A quick free fall and then my ass slams to the floor. Giving up on life, I lie back on the suite’s hard floor, pressing a palm to my throbbing cheek.

“I thought you wanted to break the cycle.”

With my free hand, I jam a middle finger high into the air, hoping it's directed at T.

“I hate you both,” I mumble.

“We didn't do this to you. We're just reminding you of what's on the line.”

“And what's that, sensei?”

“Everything you've fought for.”

“Oh, fuck,” I grumble. Rolling to my stomach, I push up to all fours. “Seriously? It’s just a few drinks. Can you two just relax for one night?”

“No.”

Indignation grows into anger until it's boiling in my veins. My breaths shorten as heat builds beneath my skin, causing my stomach to roll and sweat to bead along my upper lip.

“Get off your fucking high horse,” I grit out through clenched teeth. “You think you’re better than—”

The breath whooshes from my lungs as I’m hauled into the air by an arm around my waist. Kicking and thrashing, I fight T's strong hold as he marches into the bedroom. We bypass the bed, heading straight to the bathroom.

“Put me down, you bastard!” I screech. My eyes widen when his intention becomes clear. “No, no, no!” I beg.

He doesn't listen.

The shower door nearly shatters at the force of it being yanked open. With little care, he deposits me on the hard tile. I smack my palms on the floor, struggling for traction. Every curse word I can think of, plus some made-up ones, spew from my lips as a cold spray of the water assaults my face.

“You listen to me, Randi Sawyer. I will not let you do this to yourself. You got yourself into this mess, and I'm going to make sure you get out of it fucking alive, you hear me?”

“Fuck, Tank,” Trey's concerned voice pours over the pounding of the water.

“This little pansy ass behind me is too wrapped around your little finger to give you the tough love you need right now, so I'm gonna do it. I know this is more than you expected. Fuck, I can't imagine the kind of pressure you're under, and honestly, I don't want to. But I will not let you give up or give in. You're better than that, you hear me?”

A hot hand presses against my cheek, turning my face up. T's dark eyes search mine with a kindness, maybe even worry, that I've never seen before.

“You hear me?”

Swallowing, I nod. “I hear you.”

“Good, because you're the only woman besides Sarah I've ever taken to, and I won’t let you destroy yourself.”

With a not-so-gentle pat, his hand pulls from my cheek. I follow his movement as he stands and shakes off water from his soaked jacket sleeve. Behind him, Trey's lips are pressed into a thin line, his forehead wrinkled. Embarrassment washes over me like the water still pouring over my head. Turning my face, I bite my lower lip to keep it from trembling.

“We'll be outside the door if you need us.”

The glass walls rattle when the door closes. Through my drenched hair, I glance out only to find both men gone.

A sob bubbles up my throat. Leaning back against the white tile, I tuck both knees to my chest and press my forehead to my thighs. T's words replay in my mind, making me sob harder than I ever have because of the truth and conviction behind them.

A little thought in the back of my mind pulses, niggling its way to the forefront.

What if they're wrong?

Chapter Sixteen