Nick: The Billionaire Star of NHL
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Ryan: Again.
Ryan: Just to avoid her.
Ethan: Are we doing the “group intervention” thing again?
Ethan: Because my phone is about to file for harassment.
Chris: Nick, reply so they shut the hell up. I’m two seconds from leaving the group.
Liam: Nickolas Hardy, don’t you dare ignore us.
Liam: I can be at your place in nine hours, tops.
Zayn: And let’s not forget—we all know your access codes.
I groan and drop my head back against the couch with a dull thud, letting out a sigh that feels like it’s been sitting in my chest for days. Fucking hell.
What’s the point of security if all my brothers treat it like a goddamn key under the mat?
Nick: Jesus.
Nick: I don’t have anything to say about Friday night. Just like I didn’t five months ago.
Zayn: Sierra came to London five days ago and none of us have heard from her.
Zayn: She stopped sharing her location.
Liam: And Thalia’s being a brick wall. Only thing she told us is “she’s safe.”
Liam: So you better start talking.
Nick: No. I’m not going to start talking.
Nick: In fact, I’m never talking to any of you about this.
Nick: Just don’t ask.
Liam: Nickolas…
Zayn: Are you serious right now?
Nick: She’s my fucking woman.
Nick: I can’t talk to you—her brothers or her brothers-in-low—about what happened between us.
Zayn: For fuck’s sake, man.
Ethan: So… there’s a no on the happy reconciliation, I’m guessing.
Chris: Definitely no make-up sex.
Zayn: Don’t you fucking say anything about sex.
Nick: Definitely no make-up.
Nick: But…
Liam: NICKOLAS!