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“Don’t tell me how to think!” I shout, chest heaving in anger.

“I’m not trying to. Just hear us out, okay?”

“So you can lie!?”

“We’re not lying,” Maverick growls. “Cove, you need to put the gun down now.”

“No.” I shake my head. “Just open the gate and let me go. Then you and Ren–” I sneer at her name, “Can have all the sex you can dream of.”

“Oh honey, they’re my cousins, that would never happen.”

Wait... What?

“What?” I whisper. Then shake my head. “No. You’re lying.”

“Cove, I really am their cousin. My name is Ren Bellamy. My mother is Sofia Volkov, Dmitry’s younger sister.”

Ren. Where have I heard that name before?

My mind races, trying to figure out where to place it, when my brows furrow. “The night of my accident. You three were arguing about taking me to the hospital. Then you said to call Ren,” I whisper, more to myself.

“That’s because I’m a doctor. I work for the Bratva,” Ren explains.

“If she’s your cousin, then why didn’t you mention her before?” I ask no one in particular. “Why hide her identity?!”

“We weren’t hiding anything,” Saint insists. “She just never came up in conversation. If you had brought up that night, that you had memories, we would have told you.”

“Bunny, we’ve been so wrapped up in you, having you after all these years, protecting you from Rafe and his men that we weren’t thinking of much else.”

“No.” I shake my head. “No way. You’re lying,” I protest weakly, but I want to believe them so damn bad. And if I do then that means... I fucked up. I fucked up big time.

God. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Maverick slowly walks toward me, even though the gun is still held high, aimed right at him.

Then it clicks. I have a gun. It’s aimed at the man I love.

My lip quivers, and tears start to flow. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I’m so sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about, beautiful.” Maverick takes the gun from me gently, putting the safety back on.

“What is wrong with me?” I run my hands through my hair. “God, I’m fucking crazy.”

“You are not,” Maverick growls.

“I am!” I shout. “Look at me!” I wave my arms around. “I’m half fucking naked trying to run. I shot your guard, I was about to shoot all of you, and all because I thought you were cheating on me.”

I grab handfuls of my hair and pull roughly, feeling like I’m going out of my mind. “He fucked me up.” I start to pace. “He won.” I laugh manically. “He’s dead, and he’s still fucking with me.”

“Hey.” Maverick grabs my arms, pulling me to a stop. “Look at me.” I shake my head. “Look. At. Me.” His voice is low, commanding, and I’m unable to resist.

I lift my eyes, blinking the tears free.

“I love you.” He pries my hands from my hair, pinning my arms at my sides before reaching up and cupping my face. “I. Love. You. I need you to understand that, Cove. We all do. You are our everything. No woman exists to us, only you. It will only ever be you. No one can compare. Our hearts beat for you and you alone. Our lungs breathe for you and no one else. We only live for you.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, the reality of everything I did weighing me like a ton of bricks. “I’m sorry. I fucked up. I am fucked up.”

“No. You’re not. There is nothing wrong with you. Clearly we’re not doing a good enough job proving that to you, or showing you that we will never, ever in a million fucking years want anyone but you. If you die, we will follow after you.”