And he means it. Crap, I feel kind of bad for him. This is not how it’s supposed to be, but I guess that’s the difference between him and Tiffany. He’s a dick who said some messed-up stuff, but he never tried to hurt me physically or even hurt me on purpose. Tiffany was annoyed and angry when I found them together. Andrew was nervous, sad, and scared, as any normal person would be in that situation.
“I’ll forgive you on one condition.” In truth, I forgave him a long time ago, for me, not for him. I let go of him months ago, but I feel like he needs to hear this.
“Anything.”
“Go to therapy and find out why you manipulated me the way you did. Why you cheated and why you chose someone like Tiffany to do it with.” My tone is final. This isn’t only for him, but to help the future men and women who come into his life. They don’t deserve the same treatment I got.
He sticks his hand out. “It’s a done deal.”
As I reach to shake his hand and end the conversation, it’s snapped away, and he’s pushed against the wall by a tall man.
Not just any tall man, but Levi.
Chapter Forty-One
LEVI
Jake pulls into the club’s parking lot after fifteen minutes of me clutching my fucking phone while the girls kept telling me that Stevie and her ex were only talking. That the conversation didn’t seem hostile.
I couldn’t give a shit.
We all step out of the car, and I march with Jake rushing to catch up with me.
“Don’t get physical, Levi,” he warns.
I ignore him. There’s only anger coursing through my veins, and I can’t make any promises.
We get to the front entrance, and I show the bouncer my ID before running in and bumping into some half-naked dudes asking me if I want a dance.
“Cameron, here’s six hundred bucks’ worth of twenties. If anyone tries to bother us, this should fix it,” Jake says behind me. There’s a long pause, which I’m assuming is Cameron’s reaction to the way Jake casually gave him the money. Normally, I’d fight him lending anyone money, but right now, someone is screwing with my future wife—the man who brought nothing but pain and danger into her life.
I look around the club and move to the stage, where I spot Emma kneeling on top of the couch, where all the girls are. Her gaze is fixed to the right, and that’s when I see them. Stevie is clearly talking, but her back is to me, and I can only see Andrew’s reactions.
Without a second motherfucking thought, I rush to them. Her ex-boyfriend sticks his hand out to shake hers, but before they make any contact, I grab the front collar of his shirt, pushing him to the wall, and use all the adrenaline in my body to lift him off the ground.
“Oh fuck,” Jake mumbles. “Cameron, keep watch. Remember, six hundred bucks.”
Stevie says something, but all I can see is the guy in front of me who brought someone dangerous, someone who almost killed the love of my life, into our lives.
“You piece of shit. This is your fault.” I press him harder against the wall.
“Dude, I’m only here to try to explain everything,” he rushes to say, but I ignore it. Seeing Stevie almost die can never be erased from my memory, and it’s all because of him.
“Your girlfriend almost killed Stevie, and you come waltzing in here like you didn’t bring her into your life—Stevie’s life—in the first place.” This time, I get close to his ear, making sure he alone hears my message. “Leave my fiancée alone or I will fuckingkillyou.”
A hand goes around my torso and pulls me away from one of the only people I’ve ever wanted to murder in my life.
“Dude, you need to calm down.” My adrenaline is still clouding my thoughts until Jake says the following words: “Look at Stevie. Look at how worried your future wife is.”
My gaze moves to my girl, and she looks back and forth between me and Andrew, her body shaking.
Shit.Fuck.
“Are you okay?” she asks Andrew, and I look at her, confused. Why does she care?
“Yeah.” He straightens his shirt and looks at me with a nervous expression. “I won’t come near her again.” With those final words, he walks away and leaves me with a mad-looking Stevie.
“Bambi, I am so sorry,” I whisper, my voice hoarse.
