A moment would be an understatement. Even still, I double down. “Not sure what you’re talking about.”
“Sure, man,” Noah says with an eyeroll. He steps in front of me, halting me in my tracks with a hand on my chest. “Do you know what you’re doing, Killian?”
I look down at his hand where it lays against my chest with a frown before looking up at my best friend. “I know what I’m doing, Noah.”
His eyes flit back and forth between mine, searching, before he gives a curt nod. “As long as you do.”
He pats my chest twice before turning and following after the girls. The frown stays on my face as I remain in place, watching his retreating form, his question resounding in my head.
Do I know what I’m doing?
No. I haven’t a fucking clue what I’m doing.
***
There comes a point in a man’s life when his moral compass is greatly tested. It might be the day his daughter comes home crying after her asshole boyfriend broke her heart.
Could be the day someone fucks with their life’s work.
Mine? Mine is tested the moment I walk out of the arena’s exit, into the gravel parking lot to the sight of Daisy,myDaisy, jumping into the arms of another man.
My blood turns to ice in my veins, freezing me on the spot as I watch the scene not even six feet ahead of me unfold.
The man - obviously a Rhodes brother, though I’m not sure which one, wraps both arms around the middle of her back, lifts her feet off the ground and spins in a circle. Her head falls back with a laugh; he laughs along with her and my stomach sinks.
The sinking feeling only lasts a second before it’s replaced with a rage so potent that I lose complete control of my senses. My hands curl into fists and my feet carry me forward of their own accord, only one outcome in mind: get that big fucker away frommywoman.
A dark, towering form steps in my path, blocking my view. “Move.”
“Can’t do that,” Noah says, sidestepping in front of me as I try to go around him.
I growl. “Get out of the fucking way, Noah.”
He stands his ground, folding his arms across his chest. “No. Don’t do something you’re gonna regret.”
“Are you fucking seeing this shit? You expect me to just stand here and let some asshole from Montana touch my wife?”
I move to the left, and he moves with me, only heightening my anger. “Except she isn’t your wife, Killian. You have to let it go, man.”
“You have no idea what your fucking talking about, Noah. Now, move out of my way or I will move you.”
With a resigned sigh, he steps out of the way and without second thought, I storm over to Daisy, only slightly happy to see her feet now securely on the ground and a reasonable amount of space between her and the meat head that was touching her.
Her shoulders tense as I approach her from behind, my boots crunching over the gravel alerting her to my presence. She spins around as I reach for her hand, closing mine around it and pulling her away from the others.
“We’re leaving.” My voice is barely recognisable. I’m operating on pure animalistic instinct as I drag her away.
Noah calls my name.
Lainey calls Daisy’s.
Someone asks if we’re coming to celebrate.
They can all go and fuck themselves.
I have one thought and one thought only as I shove her into the passenger seat of my truck, buckle her seatbelt and close the door.
I’m taking back what’s mine.
