Chapter 45

~Dylan

"Get out," I growled, jabbing a finger in Noah's direction. "Get out of my sight before I do something I'll regret."

Noah stood up, backing away from me slowly. "Dylan, hear me out..."

But I was already on my feet, my body shaking with anger. "I don't care about whatever you wanna say!" I yelled. "You stay away from my brother and his wife, or I swear, I'll tell him everything. You'll lose your job, and your reputation. Now get out."

Noah's face was pale, his eyes wide with fear. He stumbled backwards, nearly knocking over his chair.

"I...I'm sorry, Dylan," he stammered, his voice cracking. "I didn't mean to cause any trouble."

With that, he turned and fled from the bar, nearly knocking over a table in his haste.

I sank back into my chair, my heart pounding in my chest. I felt a mix of relief and regret wash over me.

What had I done?

I sat in silence, the sounds of the bar fading into the background. I couldn't help but think about what I had just done.

I knew that Noah didn't