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his shirt and pulling. Material tore. He ducked the guy s wildly flailing fists but the glass
from her broken champagne flute must have disturbed his balance because he stumbled
and the guy landed a lucky hit on his mouth.
Sean gave a low growl and let fly with another punch, catching the man in the
stomach. He bent over, groaning, while Sean knocked his legs out from under him. The
guy went down, cursing and gasping. The crowd had given the pair a wide berth,
muttering.
Jax and Donovan had pushed their way through, staring at the man on the ground,
then at their brother.
Abby couldn t breathe. It had all happened so fast. Sean had blood seeping from a
split lip. His bow tie was askew, his shirt ripped, a darkening bruise on his cheekbone.
He glanced down at the man on the ground, then back at her. Then at the staring crowd
around him. And blinked.
 What the hell is going on? Jax demanded.
Sean said nothing, his chest heaving. Then suddenly he turned around and began
shouldering his way out of the crowd. Camera flashes popped while people began
taking pictures with their phones, the whispers of the crowd swelling in volume.
 Sean! she called breathlessly.  Wait!
But he didn t stop.
 What happened? Jax asked.
 Some guy was hassling me, and Sean & 
 Sean beat the shit out of him, Donovan finished, looking down at the man now out
cold on the ground.
 Christ, Jax muttered.  Donovan, can you deal with this lot?
 And I ll get Sean, Abby said, already starting in the direction he d gone.
The crowd stood aside for her as she went after him, the high heels of her sandals
sounding hollow on the boards of the old quay. There were chain-link fences around the
factory site and as she rounded the corner of the building, she saw him striding toward
one of the gates.
The street near the factory s entrance was packed with cars, limos, and cabs,
headlights streaming in the dark, outlining his tall figure as he approached the gate.
 Sean, wait! she called out.  Where are you going?
He halted and glanced back at her, his expression unreadable.  Away.
She took a breath, slowing her pace to a stop.  Why?
 Why the hell do you think? I can t be around other people right now, Abby.
 Because you beat up some drunk guy?
His jaw tightened. In the dark, with blood on his mouth and a bruise on his cheek, his
shirt torn, he looked dark, disreputable, and incredibly dangerous.  It s not exactly the
best look for my image, is it?
 He wouldn t let me go.
 I didn t have to punch him.
 He swung at you first.
 But I didn t duck. I wanted to hit him, Abby. I wanted to take him down and I did.
He heaved in a breath, looking back toward the factory and the bright lights of the
ceremony.  Fuck it. I don t belong here. I never did.
A small, sharp pain slid behind her heart.  Taking a swing at some drunken idiot
doesn t mean you don t belong, don t be ridiculous.
 You know what s ridiculous? His gaze settled on her, dark and relentless.  Me
thinking I m a Morrow just because I got my hair cut and put on a tux. That s ridiculous.
Van was right: put a monkey in a suit and it s still just a fucking monkey.
Abby took a breath.  God, that s not what you are. You were protecting me. That s
Morrow to the core.
 Not the kind of Morrow Jax was hoping for. I m bad blood, Abby. I ve always been
bad blood.
 That s not true. She hated the bitterness in his voice. It hurt in ways she wasn t
prepared for.
 Yes, it is, he said.  Jax s big moment, Morrow solidarity and all that shit. And all
that ll hit the headlines will be me losing it and beating the crap out of someone. His
hand went to the bow tie around his neck, pulling at it, tearing it off. He threw it away
with a viciousness that made the pain inside her worse.  Some fucking moment.
 Don t. You re being too hard on yourself.
Sean took a step toward her.  You think that guy won t press charges? he demanded.
 Of course he fucking will. It ll go through the courts and Jax will have to let it because
he can t be seen as perverting the course of justice. Christ, I should have stayed with the
club. Me coming back was never going to work, not from the start.
 It did work, Sean. It was working.
 Bull-fucking-shit. I was set up to fail from the moment I walked into Jax s office. And
the moment you came in after him.
She swallowed, a lump rising at the back of her throat.  So, what? This is Jax s fault?
Mine?
 Yeah, shit, why not? If you hadn t been involved, I would never have stayed. There
was an expression in his eyes she d never seen before, a black kind of anger that burned
bright and hot.
 No, she said slowly.  This isn t about me. This is about you.
His expression became granite.  Like I told you right from the very beginning. I m bad
blood. It s not my fault you didn t listen.
 You re not bad blood, Sean. I don t know where you got that idea from but 
 I ll tell you where that idea came from. He came right up to her, towering over her,
bloody and torn, anger blazing in his face.  Every damn person in my entire fucking
life. My mother, my father, my stepmother. Every person who was supposed to take
care of me and didn t.
She went still, staring at the fury in his eyes. He d talked to her back when they were
kids about his stepmother, who d taken her resentment at her husband out on him, and
his father, who d taken him in and then ignored him. But not about his mother. Never,
in fact. She hadn t asked, either, because she d always gotten the feeling he hadn t
wanted to talk about it. The only thing she knew was that the woman had died.
 Your mother, she said.  Is she the one who put that thought in your head?
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