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have come so quickly. Somewhat perplexed and fighting anger, he sat on the couch for a moment to clear his head.

Who else would have come for Ivy? Who? Calming down, it became painfully obvious. Nicola. Who else would have kick in the damned door? Pissed off, Grey picked up the crystal lead vase over her fireplace and threw it across the room smashing it against the wall. His fury overtook him and he found himself on the verge of a panic attack. When he found out if Ivy was all right, he would deal with Nicola once and for all. It couldn’t wait one more day, and he had finally gotten all the ammunition to get rid of him for good.

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After Nicola called Brooks to see if he could get in touch with Trina, he grabbed a magazine off the rack and sat alone in the waiting room of the hospital awaiting a doctor to come out and give some comforting words about Ivy and the babies. He breathed in deeply, opened the magazine and stared blankly at the pictures trying to calm down.

Nicola was much too engulfed in his worries to notice Grey walk through the doors of the waiting room and set his jacket on the chair.

“Has the doctor come out yet with any word?” Grey asked looking at his watch.

“No,” Nicola said without looking up from his magazine.

“Then we have a moment to talk. Do you mind stepping outside?”

Popping his knuckles, Grey motioned towards the door. He had prepared himself the entire ride over to the hospital for whatever might come from the conversation he was about to engage in with Nicola. “Something tells me that you’re just going to piss me off if I go outside. And I don’t feel like being pissed off today, okay. So why don’t you just leave me the hell alone.” Nicola sighed heavily tiring of the constant drama.

“We can talk outside, or we talk in here. Either way, I’ve got some something on my mind, and you’re going to hear it.” Without flinching, Grey stood shoulders squared and unbothered by Nicola’s cocky exterior.

“Are you sure that you want to do this?”

“Are you sure that you don’t?”

“Fine,” Nicola said throwing down the magazine. “We’ll talk.”

Leading the way, Grey walked outside in the midnight air and stopped in the alleyway of the building. Turning around, he stared at Nicola for a moment. What could he say to drive the point home with this guy? How could he make him see that he had no place in their lives?

“Are we going to talk or what?” Nicola asked looking around.

“Yeah. Let’s start with tonight. How in the hell did you end up at Ivy’s house?” Grey asked taking off his Tiffany cufflinks and placing them in his pockets.

“If we’re going to talk, then it’s going to be about you and me, because I don’t owe you an explanation about who, what, when or where with Ivy.” Nicola yawned.

“Do you really think that I’m here for an explanation?” Grey asked close to shedding his civility. “I’ve tried exceptionally hard not to get down on your level. But trying to reason with you is like trying to talk to that brick wall.”

“My level?” Nicola smirked. “You act like you’re the Prince of Wales or some shit.”

“I may not be the Prince of Wales, but I’m the closest thing to it in this city. And you fucking know it. That’s why you went after her. She’s certainly a step up from what you’re used to.”

“Do you honestly believe that bullshit?” Nicola rolled his eyes. “I had no idea who you were nor did I care when I slept with Ivy. Evidently, she didn’t care either. Did it ever occur to you that maybe Ivy wanted revenge?”

“You keep her out of this,” Grey snapped angrily.

“Make up your mind. Do you want to talk about it or don’t you?”

“I’ll tell you what I want…I want you out of our lives!”

“Like that is going to fucking happen…” Nicola shook his head.

“You and I both know that the only way you got your hands on her is because she was vulnerable. I don’t even understand why you’re still here. She doesn’t love you. Do you think if she hadn’t gotten pregnant, she would have ever wanted to see you again? You were a one-night stand. At most, you were revenge against me. Get over it and move on.”

Nicola looked Grey square in the eyes. “I know your type…uptight, cynical and hypocritical. You’re not mad that Ivy fucked off on you. You’re mad because she fucked off on you with me.”

“You’re damned right,” Grey said at wit’s end. “You’re not good enough to be in the same ranks with me.”

“I would hardly call Kit high-class.” Nicola laughed as he turned away. “Look, whatever I am in your eyes, Ivy liked me enough have my kids. Don’t you think its odd that she never got pregnant before she met me? Give this quizzical shit a rest. You and I both know who she really belongs to.”

“Don’t turn your back on me,” Grey said screaming. “Face me like a man, you piece of shit!”

“Or what, you’re going to banish me. Get the fuck out of here…”

Nicola turned around and walked back up to Grey. Now eye-to-eye with virtually no breathing room between the two, both men stood with shoulders squared and tempers flaring. It was apparent that if one of them did not back down, they would eventually go to blows, but neither felt the sense of reason that may have allowed them to walk away.

“I’ll only tell you this once,” Grey said balling up his fist. “Stay away from Ivy.”

“Save your breath,” Nicola said feeling his chest swell with an unbearable rage.

“She never wanted you,” Grey said cutting him off. “You don’t mean shit to her. You were a cheap, drunk-ass, second-choice screw. And every day she regrets that she ever let you touch her, whether she says it or not.”

“I’m sure that