“Damn fucking right I’m crazy.” Knox shakes him and headbutts him so hard that Chad’s head snaps back, and he looks like he’s about to black out. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
“Knox, stop!” I rush toward them, tugging at Knox’s shirt, but he doesn’t even register me.
He isn’t here to argue.
He’s here to fight.
“You little shit,” Knox snarls. “What kind of man follows a woman on her honeymoon? Not to mention the fucking ‘we will find each other again’gift.” He drives his knee into Chad’s stomach this time.
Chad manages a few weak punches, but they’re nothing. Knox doesn’t even flinch.
I had the attention of curious onlookers before, now people are pulling out their phones to record this chaos.
“If I catch you sniffing around my wife again, I’ll cut off your dick and kill you.”
The savage growl ripping from his chest barely sounds human.
“You don’t deserve her!” Chad wheezes, writhing in Knox’s grip.
“Neither do you. But at least I’ll fight for her. At least I’d stay.” Knox shakes him again. “How the fuck do you run off to Australia and abandon a girl like that?”
Wow…
There he goes again. The villain saying every single word I wanted to scream at Chad when he left me.
No… I wouldn’t have had the strength back then. I needed someone to stand up for me.
The way Knox is doing now.
The irony hits hard.
My husband. Mytemporaryhusband. Defending me against the ex who broke me.
I didn’t even realize Knox knew how Chad and I ended. Not mentioning it, even in our worst argument, was another quiet mercy he gave me.
Still, I’m mad at him.
And I hate that these words are coming from him. Because he shouldn’t care.
I shouldn’t want him to care.
But I do.
God help me, I do.
“Let… me… go,” Chad splutters, voice garbled.
The sound slices through my thoughts, dragging me back to the horrifying present.
Chad’s face is changing. His skin is going slack. His lips turning gray.
Shit. He’s losing air.
Chad’s lips turn gray and panic rushes through me.
“Knox, let him go.” My voice cracks, but he doesn’t even flinch. His grip only tightens, knuckles white, jaw locked in a way that tells me he’s too far gone to hear reason.
“Knox, stop!” I shove at his arm, his shoulder, anything I can reach, but he’s a wall of muscle and fury. “You’re hurting him!”
