They looked the same as any normal, everyday guys would, tees and ragged jeans and that put fear in Justin like nothing else could.

'Puppy! How have I missed you!' Seth smirking in his lace-less sneakers and mud brown tee, big hole showing flesh where he'd tore the pocket off.

Dean's sour pickle mouth matched Justin's almost identically, more envy, less wary.

'You five need to go.' No courage in his voice that was authentic. Something BAD had happened, would happen, what he didn't know...

'Out numbered.' Derrick stepped closer to the huddled gang. 'My baby.'

'I'm not YOUR baby or anyone else's!' Wade snarled. ' Do I look like someone who needs a bottle feeding?'

'No just a thief who robbed me of them.' Punk glowered and pointed to the shaky but ready to pounce Slarriel.

'I left for a good reason, to be with a REAL leader, someone I love.' Heath commented, siding up to his husband which made Punk's teeth show, bared like a wild angry animal, and Derrick hiss and scowl,lips also curled back.

'And it's five to five.' Jinder stepped up next. 'Not outnumbered.'

'I hate Canadians.' Punk glared, holding back Roman and Derrick.

'Anyway, Puppy, I thought you'd want the news.' Seth beamed. 'We came to inform, not to fight.'

'Liar.' Justin kept his feet positioned to kick if need be.

'You didn't tell them?' Seth asked Drew, pretending to be surprised.

Dean snorted and frowned.

Roman, Phil and Derrick all had huge eyes and manical grins.

'I...uhm...'

'You know NOTHING about my Packmate!' Justin pulled his hair into his eyes, pulse rapid.

'No, YOU'RE the one he's been fooling,telling his lies. He isn't your best friend-'

Seth glanced at Wade.

'Your brother.'

A glance at Heath.

'Or YOUR boyfriend.'

A smug grin at Justin.

'Liar!'

'Then look at these.' Seth threw the stack of photos. 'And see him, the spy,working for TNA the entire time,just like Angle did, rather be with his pretty wife than any of you.'

'Drew wouldn't...' Justin broke and slumped into a crouch. The pictures destroyed him the way his father's death had.

'I told you you were better off staying with me.' Seth patted Justin's head. 'Later, kid.'

'I win.' Punk beamed at Wade who shoved a dry humping Bateman off of his torso.

'You'll never win!' Jinder spat back.

Justin stayed in a crouch.

Didn't look at Drew.

Wouldn't, couldn't.

Cheating liar hadn't denied, he HAD been seeing her again.

that unbearable ache again.

Dying inside, slowly.

Love lost.