Fallon almost threw up.

“Fallon?” Lucas looked at her, than over at Allison. “Oh, f**k.”

He got up quickly, throwing his clothes on. For the first time ever, she couldn’t even admire his beautiful body. She was disgusted and wanted to hit something…or someone. Allison left the room quickly, passing by Fallon without a glance.

Coward.

Fallon slowly ran her hand through her hair while Lucas dressed quickly. Why wasn’t she yelling? Why wasn’t she trying to hit him? Fallon just stood there, staring at him. He came over towards her, and Fallon saw the tears in his eyes but she had to look away. It was too hard to look at someone she had loved for so long who had just been found in bed with not only someone Fallon knew, but her best friend.

“Baby…”

“No, don’t call me that,” Fallon whispered. “You lost that privilege, what an hour ago? How long have you been going at it?”

Not that she really wanted to know, she just wanted the point to get across to him that what they had was over.

“Fallon, please, it’s not what you think,” Lucas begged.

An empty laugh broke from Fallon’s lips as she walked past him, pulling the sheets off her bed. “Not only did you f**k my best friend, but you did it in my bed. Wow, way to go Luc.”

“Fallon, please baby, look at me.”

Fallon felt him walk up behind her, so she whipped around, her fist clenched as she looked up at him. “Get out, and never come back,” she sneered as his face twisted with guilt.

“Please, you don’t mean that.”

“I do, go.”

“Fallon, baby, please I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened, I was… I don’t know, baby please.”

Fallon turned back around as the tears rolled down her cheeks. She couldn’t believe it. She felt like her heart was just smashed into a billion pieces and all he could say what that he didn’t know what happen?

“It's pretty cut and dry Lucas — you f**ked my best friend.”

“I didn’t mean to,” he pleaded.

Fallon turned, completely disgusted with him. “You didn’t mean to?”

“Yeah.”

She waited for him to go on and when he didn’t, she turned around again because she was pretty sure she as gonna deck him in the throat. “Get out Lucas.”

“No, not until you talk to me.”

“I ain’t gonna talk to you, ever again. So leave. We’re through.”

“No!” He turned her around with his large hands and she looked up at the desperation on his face, but she didn’t care. She pushed him away and he stumbled back into the wall.

“Don’t touch me. Get out.”

They stood for what seemed like hours, staring each other down. Tears rolled down her cheeks as his eyes watered with tears she knew would never fall. Lucas didn’t cry, he always said that after his daddy died nothing would ever hurt him as bad.

“I’m going to go, but I’ll be back. We’re not through,” he said before he started for the door, and just as he was about to shut it, Fallon said, “We are, and come back if you want, but I won’t be waiting. Ever again.”

Fallon couldn’t get through the whole story without crying. Audrey held Fallon’s hand as she went over the events of that day.

“What did he mean ‘he didn’t mean to’?” Audrey asked once Fallon had calmed down.

“I don’t know, and I really don’t care. The whole experience was so surreal. Like when we would talk about how if one of us would cheat, I would always say how I would kick his ass,” Fallon let out a soulless laugh, “then it happens, and all I did was change the sheets.”

“Fallon, you were in shock,” Audrey consoled.

“It just sucks, ‘cause... ‘cause I feel so guilty Audrey,” Fallon said as she started crying again. “I feel like I should have told him about Aiden when it happened, but I was so hurt, so upset that he hurt me so bad.”

Audrey wrapped her arms around Fallon, holding her closely to her chest. If that day never would have happened, she would still be with Lucas. They would be married; they would have Aiden, and probably more children. Aiden wasn’t planned, of course, but Lucas wanted kids. Another reason why telling him about Aiden was gonna be bad. He was gonna freak about not being in Aiden’s life for the past six years.

For the love of God, what the hell had Fallon done?

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Lucas looked left, then right, before passing to Welch. Welch only had the puck for a split second before he directed it right into the goal. Lucas threw his arms up in the air before the guys all wrapped up in a hug, tapping each other on the head. Thank God, Welch got that in because if he hadn’t the score would be 4-0. At least if the Assassins lost it wouldn’t be a shutout. Even with Lucas playing hard, trying hard to get shots on goal, it wasn’t their game, and they lost 4-1.

Lucas slowly walked down the hall behind his teammates, his head hung low. It was the first game he had lost as an Assassin, and he would be lying if he said he was okay with it. He didn’t come to the Assassins to be a loser, but to be a winner.

When he looked up, he saw that the coaches and Eleanor Adler stood lined up by the locker room, nodding and tapping each guy on the head as they walked into the locker room. It was crazy; he had never been on a team that was much more like a family than a team. When Lucas reached Elli, she gave him a small smile.