Brad’s POV
Guilt. That was all that I could feel running through my veins right now. We should have stopped Sophia long before now. I should have stepped in and defended Olivia. I watched as she almost broke into a sprint to get out of the club, to get away from us. To get away from me, when she needed someone the most. “Fuck.” I cursed as I resisted the urge to punch the booth we were standing around. “What the f**k man?!” Aaron’s livid tone fired out. I looked up at him and almost stumbled back to see he was angry at me. He came closer, almost squaring up to me. My anger matched his as I frowned back at him. “Me? You were here too Aaron. You’re her own family for f**k sake.” I growled back, getting the feeling that he was blaming me for what just happened.
“Yeah she isn’t Brad’s probl
