CHAPTER 11ASHLEY'S POV.I tightened my jaw as memories surged—sharp, hot and unwanted.Brandon. The bully. That’s what I’d always called him in college.It had only been four years, but everything was still raw. Every humiliation, every shove, every vicious laugh replayed itself in my head. Our eyes met and he raised a brow, the same look of disbelief mirrored on his face. He looked as shocked to see me as I was to see him.What is he doing here? Why is he here, and who the hell is he to Warrick? Or—worse—did he come for revenge for what I did to him?I blinked, hoping it was a bad dream. But the right half of his ear—half missing, that jagged scar—told me it was him.I remembered that afternoon at school with a clarity that made my hands go cold. He’d attacked me and I’d panicked—grabbed the electric saw on the workshop bench and swung. The blade found his ear; I’d cut it in half. I’d been expelled, reported to the authorities. They said there’d be lawsuits. I never stayed to fin

BRANDON POINT OF VIEW.I slammed the door and yanked him back. “Why the fuck is she here?” I snarled.“Do you even know who that bitch is?” My voice came out higher than I’d intended.Adams pulled away from my grip and stared at me for a long, slow second. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but she’s your brother’s old lady. I think you should accord her some respect.”“Respect?” I chuckled darkly. “You must be crazy if you think we’d let that bitch be his old lady.”“It’s too late. There’s nothing any of us can do. Mr. Warrick already signed the documents before he died.”“If you’ll excuse me now, Bran,” Adams said, reaching for the door, “I have to leave and catch up with the funeral.”He walked out and slammed the door behind him.I stood in the sitting room with my mind reeling in a hundred directions.How is Ashley Knowles my brother’s old lady? How the hell did that bitch get in here? No matter how I tried to make sense of it, it didn’t add up.It had been four years since

MATT POV.My eyes met that of the crybaby, and the sight of his half ear almost made me laugh—but I stiffened at once.This was not the right place or time for jokes, yet every time I crossed paths with Brandon I was forced toward a laugh. I don’t think I’ll ever stop laughing when I see that half‑cut ear.He’s such a weakling—letting a little girl chop his ear off and doing nothing in return. He dreamed of being a biker but was too soft for it. I hope he at least made it to become an attorney.He wound up the window when he noticed I’d seen him.Just as I expected: a weakling who hides from everyone.Sometimes I wish he’d show me the little girl who took his ear. I’d make her my old lady without thinking twice. If we ever married, we’d run the club together—nothing beats an old lady who’s good with handling your business and not afraid to deal with men who cross her.Once Brandon wound his window up and disappeared, I turned my attention back to the prospects carrying the prez.They

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