And it’s…eerily sexy.
Eerily, as in, the idea of Bobby getting throat punched is going to make me wet, and I’m going to want to get on my knees for the possessive husband who’s going to protect me.
“Make me,” Bobby challenges slowly, digging his fingertips into my skin. “You know...brother, Meirna had hopes and dreams with me of a family. Her smile was always?—”
“Bobby,” Catherine cuts in, stepping toward him. “This isn’t the time nor the place. Meirna and you can speak later. We’ll need to get the wedding plans?—”
“Thereareno wedding plans,” Bronte mutters as his attention falls on his mother. “Because she’s married tome.Your other son. I’d hate to spread a little rumor that you’re playing some sick fucking game by having both your sons married to the same woman. This isn’t some hick relationship where we share. Figure it out, Catherine. Because my wife isn’t walking down an aisle with your son on the other side of it.”
Bobby suddenly lets me go and erases some of the space between him and Bronte. “I’d hate to spread a rumor that you kidnapped my fiancée and forced her to marryyou. You sick son of a bitch…who the fuck does that?”
“Me.” Bronte motions with his fingers for meto move, and I do, so far away from Bobby that he’d have to take several steps to get me.
Bronte steps back, eyes falling to me in silence that we’re leaving.
And I take off with him out of the lobby with him at my six, just in case Bobby decides to make a scene and grab me again.
Chapter 28
Bronte
It’s hard to leave Silver Pines Senior Living without slamming my fists into Bobby’s face.
My primary focus was getting Meirna out of there—away from him and my conniving mother—so that I could speak to her and divulge my plans for the next couple of days.
I have three more until New Year’s, when I give Meirna the option to divorce me and be legally single. And I’m not going to spend them having a pissing match with my brother, even though we have more than unresolved business between us.
Meirna isn’t his, will never be his, and he either accepts that and takes it up the ass.
Or I’m going to drag him through the media, throw his head through a wall, and permanently put him in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.
We’ll see if Jolene and any of his other bitches want him then.
“I’m fine,” Meirna rebukes in the backseat as I run my fingers down the softness of her upper arm again, looking for bruising or any marks that Bobby may have left. “I’m not a collector’s piece, Bronte.”
“No,” I agree, finding nothing but kind of wishing forsomething so I can just kill Bobby altogether. “You’re irreplaceable, however.”
Meirna scoffs lightly, clearly not used to being coddled, not that she needs to be. “He didn’t hurt me. It was just a flex.”
Doesn’t matter.
It still doesn’t stop the murderous adrenaline coursing through me. The things he was going to use her for and ruin everything she’s ever accomplished in her life.
His life is fucked, so he was going to draw my woman at his side with him. There’s nothing she has that’s going to be able to bring her back up again.
Besides me.
Bobby touched what was mine,again, and still thinks—despite everything he knows—that he’s still going to marry her. I don’t know if he’s that fucking desperate or stupid, but the reality remains the same.
Meirna is my fucking wife.
My fucking life.
My fucking issue.
Andno onetouches what’s mine.
“I’m just trying to calm myself down,” I answer honestly. “There’s nothing more that I’d like to do right now than go back and make him disabled for life.”
