Riley didn’t like him.
The man was the same height as him, but had about fifty pounds on him. Riley was slim, and this man wasn’t.
It was a good thing he didn’t come alone.
The other thing that bothered him was the man was good looking—probably better looking than him—and that was annoying.
Honestly, he hoped the thugs he’d paid off ended up destroying this man. He’d touched what wasn’t his.
MICHAEL.
“Where is he?”
Graham wasn’t saying shit. Honestly, he didn’t have to talk to this man. He didn’t owe him anything. Michael had told him they’d broken up over betrayal.
This man wasNOTHINGto his husband.
“Answer me,” Riley ordered. “Do you think he’ll stay with you when he finds out what you are?” he asked. “Because you’re nothing to him. Once he sees I came for him, we’re leaving.”
Oh, well, he’d bet his marriage license that wasn’t going to happen. Michael might be pissed he left without telling him, but he wouldn’t divorce him.
It was until death did them part.
“Yeah, except he knows. I told him everything. That’s why he’s staying.”
Riley didn’t like that.
Oh, he wanted to put holes in this smug asshole. He wanted to make him bleed out in this alley. There was no way he was letting him have Michael and his money.
He.
Was.
His.
So, he pulled out a knife that he had no business having. All he could hope was the man got intimidated.
And fast.
“Tell me where to find my fiancé!”
Oh, he’s got bad news for him.
“You mean my husband? I married Michael almost twelve hours ago. That’s why I’m pretty sure he’s not leaving with you. I left him in our bed.”
Riley gasped.
There was no way.
Michael had only been here a day and a half.
There was no fucking way.
“Liar.”
As if the man needed proof, Graham held up his left hand, showing him his fingers.
On his hand sat a gold ring.
