This was my breaking point.
I held my head up higher, maintaining my strong composure. Knowing it was what was needed to go against my flesh and blood.
When all I wanted to do was fall apart.
For the first time, I wanted to turn my back on him.
Fuck him.
He was no longer my brother.
Especially when he added, “Love doesn’t leave, Kitty. At least I’d never leave you. Not when I’m in love with you too.”
She grimaced, and so did I.
“Kraven,” I snapped, fully aware of the game he was trying to play. “You just want what’s mine.”
He pushed me. “Fuck you!”
“Please stop!” Her hands flew to her head as she backed away crying, losing her shit. “I can’t do this.”
She spun to leave, but we grabbed her arms.
“You don’t get to run from this,” I warned.
I growled from deep within my chest, not backing down. “I’m only going to say this once, so you better fucking listen,” I advised Kraven. “If you think another man will raise my kid, then you have no idea who you’re dealing with.”
He glared at me. “Ditto.”
“Don’t fuck with me.”
“The truth hurts, don’t it?”
“She was never yours to claim, little brother.”
“I wasn’t your little when I was fucking her doggy style on the stairs.”
Isla stepped between us, holding us both back from each other. “NO!”
With my hands fisted at my sides, I couldn’t look at him anymore.
I couldn’t look at either of them anymore.
“I can’t believe this,” I muttered. “How is this happening?”
I did this.
“Julius—”
I raised my hand, stopping her. “I’m so sorry, Isla. This is all my fault.”
For a second, I placed my hand over her stomach, and she sucked in a breath. Little by little, I backed away. I had to, or I’d kill him.
“This isn’t over, Kraven.”
Isla backed away next, saying, “I’m so sorry,” to both of us.
I started with, “Nothing hurts more than the woman we love…”
