(Steve's pov)

I couldn't believe it. I had actually hit Mabel. I was such a fucked-up piece of shit. A searing guilt clawed at my throat as I crouched down on the cold concrete, my head buried in my palms. The sound of her cry, the thud of her head hitting the ground, replayed in my mind.

This was all Luke's fault. He provoked me. First he took her for lunch, dropped her off, hugged her, even kissed her on the cheek, and now he was holding her waist in front of me? He deserved what he ...