“Oz?”
I roll my eyes—shouldn’t have—because I’m suddenly punched so hard in the face I stumble back a bit in shock.
My first thought is he must not be that fucked up because he didn’t miss.
Or maybe it was luck.
Then I realize he hasn’t fully forgiven me yet for what I’vedone,and he wants to go at it.
Again.
It’s better than watching him dry-hump someone.
“Let’s go,” I command as I stretch my jaw through the throbbing pain and return my focus to Reeve, who’s breathing so heavily I’d almost believe he’s about to form muscles he doesn’t have and rip me to shreds.
Too bad he’s not a villain in one of the comic books we like to read. I’m sure he’s wishing he could Hulk out.
“The fuck are you doing here?” he barks back, hazel eyes narrowed in sheer disdain and hatred. “How did you find me?”
I give him an unimpressed glance because I’m not new here.
Just some of my actions.
Never in my life have I stalked a woman, there’s one. Two, marriage was the last thing anyone thought I would accomplish in this lifetime, let alone be next to a woman and not freak out.
“Go home,” my brother orders with a jerk toward the exit door behind me. “You wasted your time.”
“I’m not leaving without you,” I deadpan, ready for him to pop off and ram me next. At least we’ll get kicked out of here, and it’d make my job three times easier.
I hear a mirthless chuckle rumble from him over the music. “Go fuck yourself.” His expression flattens as if a thought ran through his brain and it falters. “In fact, why don’t you go home and fuck yourwife?”
He knows I won’t.
But it doesn’t stop the jealousy from coming out to show why he’s so pissed at me.
I took what he wanted, and he’ll never give me reprieve from that. Even if nothing changed and he could still do whatever he wanted with Bay, we’re legally married, and he can’t see beyond that.
He made it clear he was going to marry her. I underestimated how much of an effect that was going to take. It wasn’t as though I had much time. Emilio stated she was going to Ramsey, and I had to stop it from happening. He was never going to give his daughter to Reeve after what happened in The Landings that night. Torin has always been his stepchild and Emilio wasn’t stupid enough to let those two types of petty plot against him.
So there was me.
Docile, quiet, and a killer, but loyal.
I was everything Emilio believed he could control, and it kept Bay safe.
“You need to come back,” I tell Reeve. “Enough is enough.”
“I’m not going back there,” Reeve sneers with a twisted expression. “Are you fuckin’ kidding me?”
Fine.
I wasn’t going to do this here, but desperate times call for baiting Reeve’s temper.
“She’s pregnant.”
It hits exactly where I want, and he reacts but not in the way I imagined it. Within my next blink, Reeve is already bulldozing into me and sending us both careening to the hard-tiled floors.
I’m able to save my head, but it’s a lost cause when Reeve sends another blow crashing along the same spot he got me before.
