Austin POV.

Days and a week gone, drowning myself in alcohol, all because of her. The memory of that night is still fresh in my mind refusing to give way. It was like a loop running for the hundredth time. I clenched my hand into a fist and my fingernails dug against my palm making blood tickle to the floor.

Him on top of her as his hands run over

her body like he owns her. She made me fall hard for her, making me weak just for her to humiliate me in front of my men and sleeping with one of them.

She had used those innocent faces to...