When the second man came at him with some board he found in the alley by the dumpster, he swung.
And missed.
With fast, effortless moves, he grabbed the man’s arm, twisted, used his elbow to slam into the bone, and shattered it in half.
The man screamed in pain.
That was when Riley grabbed his knife from the ground, and bum-rushed Graham once again. As he got close, Graham let him make a stab at him. That’s when he locked his good arm under his, and they were up close and personal.
“Ya, ain’t getting me husband, shit-for-brains,” he said, the Scottish accent so thick, it was almost difficult to understand what he said.
Then, he punctuated it by slamming his head against Riley’s, breaking his nose.
That’s when Riley went down at his feet.
From behind him, someone cleared his throat, and Graham spun, ready to keep fighting.
Only, it wasn’t foe.
It was friends.
“He fights dirty,” Gryphen said. “I like that. Now I know why you told us just to watch and not interfere. He’s a menace to dumbasses everywhere.”
That he was.
And he was his husband.
“Babe, do I have to handcuff you to the headboard when I go to sleep?” he asked, opening his arms for his husband.
And Graham walked into them.
Yeah, Michael had just wanted to be there to make sure his man didn’t go to jail for homicide. That’s why they dragged Finn with them.
The cop had witnessed it all.
Someone was fucked.
Riley, his ex, had just tried to assault a Scottish citizen with a knife in an alley.
Oof.
Someone wasn’t going home anytime soon, and that worked for him.
“I see you saw my phone,” he admitted.
Michael just held him, as Riley stared up at him from the ground with a face full of blood. There were tears in the man’s eyes.
And he didn’t care.
“He wasn’t lying?” Riley asked. “You married him?”
Michael shrugged.
“He was and is the love of my life, Riley. You were the rebound guy. He was always the one.”
The man just sat there bleeding, and it was clear the words hurt.
Well, he had that coming.
