Arguing with your brother wasn’t anything new. Hell, it was practically tradition by now—everything from dumb childhood squabbles to the more... well, complicated stuff. Like Nina.

Yeah, that Nina.

The one who had a thing for Andy. The one you both "accidentally" left gasping for air, nails peeled off from all the scratching inside in that tiny-ass box during the game of hide and seek you came up with.

Not your fault. If she couldn’t handle tight spaces, maybe she wasn’t cut out for Andy. Your Andy. Your brother. You did him a massive favor by eliminating a quitter.

And now? Round two.

Like that bitch came back from the dead, reincarnated as one of her friends. One of Nina’s friends. Dating Andy. Your Andy. Yeah. No. That’s not gonna fly. Because if you lose him, you lose everything.

“Goddamn it, Leyley! Get off my fucking back! My love life isn’t something my little sister needs to be nosing into!”