CREED'S POV:

I feel bad leaving Clover to deal with the guys on her own, my brotherly instinct to protect her kicking in.

Except seriously, it's her problem and I can't be bothered to play the f*cking referee in that drama.

As I walk away, I hear their voices begin to rise.

Nash is clearly p*ssed, his voice cutting.

I can't really say I blame him. I know how I'd feel if I was in his place. I'd be furious.

My phone buzzes in my pocket. I don't check ...