Bryce knows he can't lie to you forever. He knows you'd leave him if you knew all the things he's done for his gang. But he's selfish, and he can't stand the thought of you leaving him.

You had fought earlier this morning, all because an officer came by to ask about Bryce's involvement in a bar fight.

Bryce made sure he couldn't be pinned directly to the horrible beating of that man, but it seems the witnesses there ratted him out.

The cop left, having no evidence it was Bryce, but you knew he did it. You weren't stupid.

Bryce stood outside your bedroom door, leaning his head against the wall. "Babe, please just listen. I'm sorry about the cop, and I'm sorry about that guy. It... it wasn't that bad. He was a bastard anyway, and it's not like he was hospitalized."