**Quick Authors Note..Listen to the song at the top, and it will give you a bit of insight into what just happened to our lovable Dean! Thxs!**

Chapter 21 Hiding Away Like The Coward I Am
•Dean's POV•

I must admit, usual there isn't any advantages you can take to get out of New York, or the greater Metropolitan Area quickly. No matter what, the Expressways and Toll Roads are always jammed packed with vehicles rushing to get to their destinations at any given time of the day. All day, every day, that is except for right now.

I floored the gas as I came out of the Tunnel on the New Jersey side a few minutes after midnight. Since it's also New Years no one is fighting to leave the city just yet, so I make it to Maryland in record time. Then through Baltimore and next Arlington without slowing down for a second.

All the way to Richmond Virginia like the hounds of Hell are right on my bumper. Until I make my first stop of the night a little before four o'clock in the morning. At an all night truck stop just outside of town to fill-up with gas, and chug an energy drink. Before jumping back in my truck, and heading south on Interstate 95.

Once I'm back on the road I make the grave realization that I should have gotten more than one energy drink while I was there. I desperately need something to help me focus, and stay awake while the miles disappear behind me. Instead of this silent, crushing nothingness that's been with me until now.

As soon as I got back inside my truck after leaving the loft I turned my phone off, and tossed it inside my glove box. Locking it away, because I'm so not ready to deal with all the drama. Instead I spent the first hour of my trip constantly switching between my cd's, mp3's, and every radio station I came across, but nothing caught my interest. Until I finally decided to leave the radio off, and just zone out while I drive.

The main cause of concern being this lead ball in my stomach that's been matastizing into a boulder from all the worrying thoughts racing inside my head. Screaming at me that this isn't what I want, and to turn around right now. Go back to the woman who owns your heart, and the two people in this entire world who's made just for me. Duke can man up to his problems with me then without all this heartbreak.

I let the chaotic ramblings run lose through my mind. Just the thought of going through even more pain than I'm already feeling now has my body stressing even more. Sweat beads from every pore on my body, and I can't stop chewing on my fingernail. Biting them to the quick, and tearing the skin around the nail until it bleeds. Which is something I haven't done since I was a kid.

I tear into one finger so hard I make it start stinging, so I sucked on the tip of my finger for a second instantly tasting blood. I pull my finger from between my lips to hold it out in front of my face, and look at the damage in the morning sun. The carnage looking back at me is the perfect representation to how I feel.

I shake my hand, and my head trying to shake all of the shit weighing me down. I turn my focus back to the road just as I cross into Georgia. I make one more stop right before I get into Savannah for gas. My last stop before I make it to my destination.

I still have six more hours of driving to do, and I can't keep torturing myself in this depressing silence, so before I even get back on the highway I switch things up. I close my eyes, and force all the things running rampid inside my head into a tiny box. I lock the box up tight with an imaginary heavy-duty padlock, and shove to a deep, dark corner in the back of my brain.

With my brain blissfully empty for the first time in hours I turn on a screaming death metal band from one of my mp3's, and blast the volume as high as it will go. I let the angry tempo and words travel through my body. Tapping into my own rage from this massive shit storm that is my life at the moment, and fly back onto the road.

As I cross the state line into Florida though, my mind is once again consumed with thoughts of Duke, and the things he said. For the life of me I don't understand how Mel didn't catch how much resentment Duke felt toward me, or that god-awful emotion called pity from him about me. Hearing him talk about me, and the things that have gone on between us like that really just pisses me off. To the point, all I can see is red!

But, if I'm being one hundred percent honest with you and myself, really it crushes my heart and soul. Because, as long as Duke feels that way, whether he realizes it or not, he will never be able to fully accept the dynamics between the both of us in this relationship. Duke will always feel like this is something he has to settle for, and I refuse to let that be me!

I just hope he can come to understand that, and learn to forgive me one day. This way he can learn to accept Mel's love without feeling obliged to me. Because, in the end, that's all I've ever wanted for my Brother, to be happy.

It's a few minutes after seven pm when I finally turn off the familiar gravel road on the outskirts of Palm Springs, I haven't been down in the months since I left for New York, into the gravel driveway leading to my other home. Bringing my truck to a stop around the back in my private parking space.

The art deco three story mansion was my first real purchase after I'd been living here a few months after Drake sent me down here. The first two floors are the home to my pride and joy, my club called The Scene, and my own private living space taking up the entire top floor. This was once the happiest place for me, but right now it's my sanctuary.

Thankfully all the lights are off inside the windows. What would usually be the start of any normal Saturday night at the club, is obviously closed tonight. Everyone must still be recovering from last night. Even though I didn't drink at Drakes the night before that's exactly what I need to do as well!

Before I get out of my truck I unlock my glove box, and retrieve my phone inside. I don't even bother turning the thing on, instead I just slide it in my front pants pocket. Then open the door as I climb down from the driver seat. Cracking my stiff joints, and stretching my muscles once my feet are firmly on the ground.

I barely use any force to push my door closed as I make my way to the bed of the truck. Grabbing my suitcase from the bottom, and holding it in my hand as I make my way to the hidden door at the back corner of the mansion. My private entrance that leads straight up to the third floor.

Unlike the loft in New York my home here is filled with state of the art security measures. Like the keyless entry pad above the deadbolt. I key in the six digit code into the Masterlock, 05-20-05. The day Drake, Duke, and I graduated from boot camp together. Then again into the only door at the top of the stairs.

As soon as I walk inside the doorway I drop my bags down, and slide my hand along the wall until I find the dimmer switch. Twisting the dial slightly until a warm glow is cast over the open living space of my home. I let my eyes roam the place, noticing it looks the same as when I left five months ago, and come to a stop instantly on my next intended target.

I sprint across the room to my well stocked liquor cabinet, and grab my favorite bottle of aged bourbon, that's screaming my name, from the front center. My fingers make quick work taking off the lid, and throwing it somewhere behind me. Then I seal my lips around the top of the bottle before turning it up, and gulping half the bottle down. Before the blazing, burning fire raging down my throat makes me stop.

The strong spirit starts to work it's magic on me quickly. Instantly giving me a dizzying head rush, making my vision go blurry, my body starts to sway, and I stumble. It takes me a few seconds to regain some feeling in my burning, tingling body, but at least I'm finally smiling through the pain.

Holding on to the neck of the bottle for dear life I stumble my way across the living room, and into the door leading to my office. I manage to take a few more wobbly shots as I make my way across the hardwood floor, around the wooden desk, and let my body fall into the desk chair.

I chug down another shot of bourbon as I prop my feet up on top of the wooden surface of the desk. I let out a deep sigh in both appreciation for the smoky, rich taste of the amber liquid, and in reluctance for what I have to do next. I don't need to put it off the more I keep drinking, so I reach out across the desk, and pick up the phone sitting there.

I close my right eye, and stick the tip of my tongue out of the corner of my mouth, so I can really concentrate on the numbers at the base of the phone. It takes a second for the blurry mess to mesh back into a single number. Allowing me to hit the number eight on the speed dial. Before laying the speaker of the handset against the center of my forehead listening to it ring.

"Hello? Boss, is that you?" Comes over the speaker after the fourth ring.

I blow out a breath to sober up some as I place the phone against my ear. "Yeah, it's me. How was your New Years Eve Sheena?"

Sheena laughs loudly over the phone killing my ears with the shrill noise. "Not nearly as good as yours went by the sound of your voice, my friend! Only, I figured you'd still be celebrating in New York. Not here in Florida. What's up?"

Thank God!

One thing I can always count on from Sheena Jones, is her uncanny ability to cut straight through the bullshit to the main problem. Asking as few questions as possible, and not worrying about anything else. She's been the same way since the first day we met in the physical therapy room at Walter Reed Hospital. The pair of us learning how to walk again.

I actually feel myself start to get choked up remembering the past, so I shake myself out of those memories. But, then I remember why I'm here instead of back in New York, and the most heartbreaking whimper comes out of me before I can stop it.

Of course Sheena hears it to, and tries to question me. "Dea.."

Except I cut her off. "I just needed to get away for a few days. Will you tell everyone the club is closed until next weekend?"

Sheena doesn't answer me for several moments. Letting the silence tick away between us, and making me sweat even harder. Thankfully she lets her unspoken questions go for now. "Sure Boss. Need me to do anything else?"

"Yeah. When Drake calls you, and I know he will if he hasn't already. You haven't seen me." I growl over the phone at her before slamming the receiver back onto its cradle.

I relax back against the leather wing-back chair, and take another swig of bourbon. As the memories from before come back to consume me. If I knew the woman I met seven and a half years ago would later on become the biggest pain in my ass, I never would have tried to make her smile during our PT sessions.

Sheena was a twenty-five year old hard ass with a wall of reinforced steel around her heart. She came to the hospital about a month before me, because of a hum-v accident she and her crew were in. It just so happened she was the only survivor out of six people when the IED the hum-v rolled across went off. She lost her right leg, and deep scars from burning shrapnel along her right arm.

It took me awhile to worm my way inside, but once I did she started to open up, and became the little sister I never had. We talked everyday about any and everything that would help take our minds off the pain we were going through. She told me all about her parents, and growing up in Palm Springs. How she couldn't wait to get back here to start her life again, because losing her leg wasn't going to stop her!

Unfortunately I was still in recovery the day Sheena's parents came to the hospital to take her back to Palm Springs, but I made sure I was the first person to tell her bye before she left. Even promising to call her at least once a month just to check in with each other, which I followed through with afterward religiously.

The first time we saw each other after that was six months after I'd been living in Florida, and had already purchased the mansion to begin renovations for the club. I sent Sheena a text the night before our scheduled monthly call asking her to meet me at a restaurant on the beach in downtown Palm Springs. I told her about the new club I was opening, and how I needed her to be my vice-president and second-in-command.

Sheena agreed on the spot, and has been with me ever since. But, it would seem that Zena Warrior Princess has one weakness, and that would be my own cousin Drake! For years the both of them have talked and planned about me behind my back, but they claim it's only been in my best interest! HA!

Which, I hope you can see, is the absolute last fucking thing I need at the moment!

With that last thought I give a toast to the heavens before swallowing a few more gulps of bourbon. I smack my lips loudly once I'm finished. Enjoying the burning flames whizzing through my veins. Then I wrap my fingers around the neck of the almost empty bottle before getting up from my seat, zig-zagging my way back into the living room, and finally onto the couch getting comfortable.

All the energy is rapidly leaving my body as my drunken brain starts to fully take over. The first thing I need to do before I completely surrender to the darkness is take off my shoes, but each time I try the toe of my other shoe misses the heel of the one in front of it. After many failed attempts I lean the top half of my body down, and place my head on the edge of the cushion.

I close my eye that is against the couch, and use the other to bring my feet into focus. I blindly reach out with my hand grasping at air a few times until I grab a hold to the back of my shoe, and pull it off along with the other one. Keeping the bottle firmly outstretched in my other hand, and never lose a single drop as I move.

My world is beginning to spin to much at the moment for me to try and stand up to take the rest of my clothes off. So, I say fuck it then slide my feet on to the end of the couch, and lay my body out completely along the couch with a groan. I give the bottle in my hand a one eye stare trying to guestimate how much is left inside. Before killing the rest of it, and tossing the empty bottle to the floor somewhere around me.

The next thing I remember is my eyelids doing a slow blink, and then not opening back up again. I was out like a light with drool coming from the corner of my mouth, and sliding down my chin. Blissful nothingness consuming me, and taking me away for now.

It's been seventy-two hours since I passed out on this couch Saturday night. I haven't moved from this spot unless it's absolutely necessary. I haven't talked to anyone after talking with Sheena , but that doesn't mean my phone hasn't stopped blowing up either! I haven't showered or eaten, and I really can't bring myself to care about any of that at the moment.

The only thing that's been keeping my numb and going the last three days is the alcohol substituting for blood running through my veins. Empty liquor and wine bottles litter the floor and all the surfaces around me on the couch. Most of the bottles are the cheaper stuff, but more than a few of them are quite rare and expensive, or I should say Were!

I really don't give a flying fuck as long as it fills this hole inside my chest where my shattered heart use to be. Except, I can't blame my entire downhill spiral into the most hellacious depression known to mankind on Duke and Mel. It's times like these I'm forced to live through my own greatest fear. Being abandoned by everyone I love and forced to go through the rest of my life alone.

Drake and Duke are the only two people in the entire world who know how bad being alone for long periods of time affects me. I thought I would grow out of it over time, but I haven't. Lord knows I didn't have it as bad growing up as Duke, or even Drake at times after his mom died. But, what I had to go through was just as bad, and I can't stop reliving the moment on top of everything else going through my chaotic mind.

You see, even though I have had both of my parents my entire life, my family has always been rich as well. Things are so different for someone who has money to just throw away. A whole different set of rules to follow, and standards to uphold. Always working, going to different parties, charity galas for social standing only, and traveling all over the world.

While my parents were off doing their own thing everyday I was left in the care of several Nanny's growing up. For a while it felt like I knew the staff around the house better than I knew my own parents. I thought that was just how things were supposed to be, and went along with it.

Until one day when I was seven years old, and that bubble of normalcy, love, and security was blown to smithereens around me. Mom and Dad were gone on another two month long business trip around the world, and I was left at home with the new nanny Jean. A middle-aged boring, frumpy looking woman who gave me the creeps straight away.

The old cow hated me from the start! Jean would always punish me for anything I did. Whether I was actually in the wrong, or not. First with time-outs. Then spankings with switches that gradually graduated up to a long, thick wooden paddle. For her grand finale she would lock me inside a small coat closet beside the back stairwell of my house. Well away from anyone that might come by and hear me. As well as being completely devoid of any light.

The last time Jean put me in the closet I was locked inside for a week before things changed for the worst. Each day I was only allowed out twice. Once to use the restroom, and force-feed a bowl of the most disgusting soup I've ever had. Then she would push me back into the cramped space, and leave me standing there for the rest of the day.

On my eighth day inside the closet I waited silently for Jean to come let me out all day, but she never came. She didn't show back up to the house for the next five days to let me out either. By the time my parents came home from their trip a day early, and found me inside the closet, my poor body was almost shut down completely.

I couldn't move my limbs from the tightly held fetal position I had been in for days by then on the floor of the closet. My clothes were covered in urine and feces. Plus I had eaten off several layers of skin around my fingertips and bottom lip from hunger. It's truly a miracle my parents found me when they did, because my little brain had already accepted the fact that I was probably going to die in there.

Thankfully I'm propelled from remembering the rest of that gruesome memory by a very loud banging coming from the door of my private entrance. I cup my hands over my ears to drown out the noise, and I bury my head under the pillow behind me. Trying to ignore whoever it is, and hope whoever it is gets the hint and leaves. Except after fifteen minutes they haven't stop beating a hole through the front of my door, and my half-hungover, pounding head can't take it anymore.

With a groan I roll off the couch onto the floor. Landing on my hands and knees as empty bottles crash down around me. I wobble up onto my feet, and stumble my way across the room to the door in the far corner of the wall. I rest my hands gently against the door, feeling the vibrations from each blow from the other side, as I place my eye to the peep hole to see who it is.

Well Fuck! I should have known he would find me sooner than later. Thanks a lot Sheena!

I rest my forehead against the door with a small thud. The pounding from the other side comes to a stop instantly, but neither of us speak. Both of us not wanting to be the one to give in for quite a while.

"I know you're there Dean. Open the door, so we can talk." Finally came from the other side of the door.

"Go away Duke. I'm not in the mood to deal with this yet." I say back to him as I turn around, and make my way across the room to the almost depleted liquor cabinet. Snatching the first bottle I see before stumbling back onto the couch.

Before I can even open the top shelf vodka bottle in my hands Duke is opening my front door, and stomping his way across the messy living room floor toward me. With an angry, pissed off look on his face, and steam coming from his flaming red ears. The sight is pure cartoon comedic gold that almost makes me bust a gut from laughing so hard.

The raging Duke finally comes to a stop about a foot away from me. Placing his feet shoulder width apart with his hands on his hips, and looking down at me with a murderous expression. Using his height to look imposing, and more than likely intimidate me into getting his way.

If only I gave even a small amount of shit about what he wants right now!

"I'm not going anywhere Dean. So man the fuck up, and lets get this shit out of the way. The quicker we can get back on the road to New York the better in my opinion." Duke says spitting his words out to me in his rage.

I wipe my face with the sleeve of my t-shirt while looking at Duke. Then I bring the new bottle of mind numbing liquid up to my lips, and take several big gulps. I don't stop until I can't breath before lowering the bottle back to the couch to rest against my leg. Finally I give Duke a lazy shrug of my shoulders, and wave him off as I start speaking.

"Sorrr..Hiccup!..Sorry you came all this way Duke for a wasted trip, but I have no plans to go back to New York right now. Especially with you, so just leave me alone." I say to him then close my eyes, and rest my head back against the couch.

I have my feet crossed at the ankles on the floor in front of me, and Duke kicks my feet apart. My eyes instantly snap open to glare straight at Duke. While I bring my now throbbing foot up onto the couch to try and rub the pain away.

"What the fuck is that suppose to mean Dean? You aren't coming back to New York, especially with me, huh? Why the fuck are you giving up on everything we have worked for with Mel now? I know you saw her wearing the collar and shackles when she got to the party, and what that meant! Did you leave after you heard what she told me about loving you?" Duke is pacing up and down my living room floor as he lectures me. Getting louder and more agitated as he talks.

I wait until he stops walking then I look up straight into his eyes, so he can see the complete honesty in the words I'm about to say. "Yes, I was listening outside of the door while you and Mel talked that night. But, there is nothing Mel said to you that night that caused me to leave. Now just leave it at that."

It almost looks like my words are a physical blow landing into Dukes chest. He takes a half step back away from me, and straightens up to his full height. Looking back at me with a genuinely confused look on his face.

"You heard everything Mel and I talked about?" Duke ask me obviously trying to work out my motives in his head still.

"Just about, but it was enough." I tell him keeping my voice monotone of emotions, and then taking a swig of vodka.

"So, you didn't leave because Mel told me she wasn't in-love with you?" Duke ask me scratching at his temple.

"Naw. I know the Little HellCat loves me. Just as much as I love her, and she already knows it. Even if she's too afraid to admit it to herself yet." Then shrug my shoulders as I look at the vodka bottle longingly. Before raising it to my lips for another drink, but Duke stops me.

"Then What The FUCK DEAN!!" He screams at me. "Why did you leave, and break Mels heart in the process?" He finishes by throwing his hands in the air in frustration.

I skip my much wanted next drink, and instead place the half empty bottle on the end table beside the couch. Then slide my ass to the edge of the couch cushion, and lace my fingers together in front of me. I look up at Duke, and calmly try to tell him all that I want to say right now, again.

"Like I said, it's nothing Mel said, or did that made me decide to leave New York. I'm sorry if she thinks it is, because it couldn't be further from the truth. Will you let her know that for me when you get back to New York? Also, tell her I love her, and I know she loves me too."

Once I finish I push myself up from the couch onto unsteady legs. After a moment I turn around, and begin to make my way across the room to my open bedroom door. Leaving Duke standing there with his mouth open in shock completely done with this conversation.

Only when I get close to the bedroom door my body is twisted around, and slammed up against the wall beside it. Duke leans his forearm across my throat cutting off my air supply. His body is vibrating from all the pent-up rage inside of him. Making his words come out low and dangerous.

"Don't fucking turn your back on me, and walk away you pathetic, stinking, drunk, sorry excuse of a grown man! Tell me why the fuck you ran away like some little fucking coward then!"

I squeezed my eyes tightly closed while his words were cutting me deep, so he couldn't see couldn't see my pain. Or, how much I agreed with some of the things he called me. I blow out a small breath to collect myself once he finishes. Before opening my eyes, and trying to speak around my crushed windpipe.

"Just drop it Duke. Let me go, and leave. This is one time you will not get what you want. Trust me."

Duke pushes his arm against my neck even harder, and sends a punch flying into the wall right beside my head. "FUCKING TELL ME YOU ASSHOLE!" He screams in my face, and I see red.

In a flash our roles are reversed with Duke against the wall, and my arm against his throat. My face is so close to his the tips of our noses were almost touching, and my chest is moving up and down a lot faster than before. My eyes are blazing full of fire as I gaze into the deepest of Dukes soul.

"GO.HOME.DUKE.NOW!" I whisper harshly to him.

I let Duke go after that, and turn around stumbling back toward the table to grab the bottle of vodka I left there. I take maybe three steps before his hand wraps around my shoulder spinning me around. While trying to sucker punch my with his other fist.

By sheer luck I manage to dodge the incoming punch, and use both of my arms to push Duke in the chest with all of my might. His body goes flying back against the wall with me following him the entire way. Sending my own fist into Dukes body to any open place I can find. Landing several hits to his jaw and upper body before he can push me off of him.

Duke wraps his leg behind my knee taking me down in the next second. He sits down on top of my stomach, and starts raining down punches left and right. I manage to catch his left wrist in my hand, and try to move my body, so I can get Duke in an arm bar. Only he uses my momentum to roll himself out of the hold, but when we finally stop I'm the one on top this time.

I grab both of Dukes wrist in my hands,and bring them over his head holding him down. His wide frantic eyes look up at me as his body starts to wiggle trying to break my hold, but I clamp my legs tighter around his chest. Glaring down at him full of an all consuming rage at the moment.

"Stop Duke. I will not fight with you, no matter how much you want me to. I'm going to let you go, and stand up. When I do, I want you to leave." I stare into the depths of his gaze for a long moment after that.

Without another word I drop his hands, and stand up. Walking the rest of the way to the table to grab the vodka bottle. Then taking a much needed drink after the unexpected workout. When I finish I look back at Duke who is standing up, and dusting off his clothes. After he looks back at me with a sneer on his face.

"I can't believe after all these years I'm finally getting to see how much of a spineless coward you are. Always the one to hide your feelings away behind that cocky smile of yours like they don't exist. You are so scared of being abandoned by someone you love again you are ruining this relationship for all of us!" Duke says leaving his parting shot, but instead I exploid.

"Oh no, you piece of shit, don't blame this on me when it's your FAULT!" I scream the last word at him.

"What?" Duke growls at me crossing his arms over his chest, and glaring at me.

I take one final swig of liquid courage before killing the relationship I have with my best friend. "I left because of you." I whisper the words to Duke while still looking at the bottle in my hands.

Then I switch my focus back to his. "I did hear everything you and Mel talked about that night. At first I was ecstatic hearing her say those three words to you, because I knew she felt the same way about me already. Even if she didn't know it yet herself. But, the longer I stood outside that door listening to you talk to Mel about the accident, and what happened afterwards, I heard something else from you for the first time. Pity."

"What are you.." Duke tries to cut me off, but I keep going.

"DEEP inside you resent me for taking that bullet for you that day, and pity me for the damage it caused. Now you are stuck having to live up to this unrealistic goal to share your life with me at any cost, you are beginning to hate it. Those emotions have never came from you when you are talking to me, but you didn't mask them while you were talking to Mel."

I place the bottle back on the table, and let my body falls down into the couch after I finish. Duke scrubs his hand over his face and through his hair as he process what I just said. Finally he releases a deep breath before looking back at me.

"I don't pity, or resent you Dean. You're my best friend, the brother I never had, and my only family."

"You might not realize it yet, but deep down you do. Until you face those emotions, and come to terms with them. You will never be able to fully accept the dynamics between both of us in this type of relationship, and be happy. Which, in the end, is all I have ever wanted for you Duke. Is to find someone who makes you happy, cares for you, and loves you unconditionally. Weather that includes me, or not." I finish feeling utterly exhausted.

"How am I going to explain this to Mel?" Duke asks quietly, but I hear him.

"That's completely up to you my friend. Tell her whatever you need to as long as you tell her I love her also. I don't even mind if you still blame the whole thing on me. Just tell her I'm giving her space to miss me, and fall for me even more." I give him a wink, and my trademark cocky smirk.

"Ok." Duke says then actually chuckles at my silliness.

Neither of us say anything after that for a while. We continue to stare at each other, and little by little I see understanding come over Dukes face. He lowers his head some before he starts walking toward the door to the stairs.

I close my eyes and recline my head back against the couch once he starts moving. The next sound I expect to hear is the front door opening then closing, but instead I hear Dukes voice again. Which causes my eyes to snap open to look at him.

"Just answer one last question for me, and I will leave you alone after that. Will you ever come back to us?"

I give him a big, carefree smile, and prop my feet up along the couch. "As soon as you work through your shit. Just say the word, and I'll be there with bells and whistles on, My friend."

Dukes face turns to solid stone, and he gives me a single nod of his head. Before he turns back around opening the door, and gives me a two finger wave over his shoulder as he walks out. Closing the door softly behind him.

While I pick the vodka bottle back up, and pour the rest of the liquor down my throat. Going back to numbing the pain away the only way I can. Wallowing in my misery as I hide away like the coward I truly am.

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SOOOO....I told y'all it would be drama in this chapter!!!

What do y'all think about what happened between our two alpha males?!?
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Until next time My beautiful people!
Callie

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I've been trying to make one myself, but I have come to realize I'm not as tech savvy as I use to be! 😂😂
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