Nate
I could have killed Axel on the Friday morning he made her cry. I forgot how those tears made me feel helpless. I had been halfway tempted to leave her on the stairs while I went and beat him to a bloody freaking pulp.
While I wanted to be happy that my competition was out of the way, I was furious for how he had broken her heart and spirit. Just like her, I hadn’t thought he would be the one to hurt her. I figured, if anything, it would have been her recklessness or emotional turmoil that would have driven a wedge between them eventually.
What he did wasn't okay.
Somehow, I had refrained from acting on my impulses and I'd stayed with Brandy.
And now that I had her here, in Connecticut, I naively thought Axel couldn't get to her here.
How wrong I had been.
I should have sn
