What I don’t like is that someone is talking to her about me and Whitney. I pull up the cameras inside the club and rewind them until I see her standing at the end of the bar. She walks off to a table, and my hands instantly fist.Fucking Collin. Should have known. And he’s here tonight with all of his friends from Barrington. None of them are important Lords. They wear the crest on their chest, but it won’t get them far in life. They all have jobs that make them feel powerful but fail in comparison to high-ranking Lords.
He puts his arm around her, and I stand up. I’m about to go down there and kick his ass when she pushes him away. Her eyes dart around the room, expecting me to see it. If she wouldn’t have stormed her ass up here, I might not have.
Changing the cameras to current time, I watch her stand at their table, and he grabs her hand, pulling her down onto his lap. This time, she doesn’t fight him to get up. Instead, she pushes her hair off her shoulder so she can lean in and speak into his ear over the pounding music, and I see fucking red. Blood rushes in my ears, and I fist my hands.
There are two ways I can go about this. One is bloody, the other is not. I’ve always been the kind of guy to choose violence. But that was before I had a reason not to. For the first time in my life, I’m going to choose option two. Lake won’t like it, but punishments aren’t meant to be fun.
THIRTY-SIX
TYSON
Three years ago
“What do you want, Ty?” Whitney asks, entering my bedroom.
I close the door and turn to face her, leaning back against it. Her hands are on her hips, one pushed out, and she’s wearing a tight white minidress. She’s dressed this way on purpose. She’s ignored me for two days now since she slapped me and ran out of my room. She waited until after nine this evening to respond to one of my many messages. Which means she’s going out tonight with her friends and she wanted to make sure she dropped by on her way. A little “fuck you, Tyson” attitude.
“How do you feel?” My eyes drop to her flat stomach. She can’t be more than six weeks, if it’s mine, considering she’s only been my chosen for not even two months now. But the fact that all of my condoms had holes in them, I hate to say the odds aren’t in my favor.
“Fine.” She lowers her eyes to look at the floor.
“Going out tonight?” I ask.
“Bethany is having her birthday party.”
“Sure that’s a good idea?”
Her eyes narrow on mine. “I’m not going to be partying. Just going to see my friend.”
I walk over to her, placing my hands on her waist, and pull her body flush with mine. “I don’t think you should. It’s not safe for you or the baby.”
“Like you care.” She scoffs. “According to you, it’s not even yours.”
“It better be mine,” I growl, my hands tightening on her waist.
Her eyes light up with excitement at my possessiveness. Whitney is easy to read. She’s explosive with her emotions. If she doesn’t vocally tell you, her face will. She wraps her arms around my neck. “I promise it is.” Her lips are so close to mine but not touching.
“Stay with me tonight.” I press mine to hers, but she keeps hers closed, not letting me in. My hands drop to the hem of her dress and slide it up her legs.
She pulls her face back from mine. “I made plans—”
I cut her off, kissing her, this time forcing my tongue into her mouth, and I almost smile at the taste of vodka on her breath. I’ve been on the fence about her being pregnant, but this confirms my suspicion. I do believe she’s trying to get knocked up, though. The question is why?
Gripping the material, I pull it over her head, forcing me to break our kiss. Tossing the useless dress to the side, I look over her standing in front of me with only a nude-colored thong and heels. Her nipples are hard, and her breathing is erratic.
“Let me spend all night telling you I’m sorry,” I offer, my hands going back to her hips. I lift her off her heels, tossing her onto the bed.
She smiles, looking up at me, and I know she won’t be leaving here until morning. I’m going to tie her little, lying ass to my bed, and I’m going to fuck her mouth and her ass. But not her cunt. I’ve got a plan for that, and she’s going to be very disappointed.
My cell ringingpulls me out of that memory and I see it’s Colton. “Yeah?” I answer.
“We’re about to pull up,” he states.
“I’ll meet you down there.” I hang up and pocket my cell. As I go to leave my office, I take one last look at the TV hanging on the wall and see my wife serving tables. My eyes go to Collin and he’s leaning on the back two legs of his chair, his eyes on her ass as he watches her do her job.
LAIKYN
I’m so fucking pissedmy heart is still racing. But I’m not even sure what I’m mad about. The fact I didn’t know that my sister and Tyson were engaged? Or the fact that Collin and his friends made fun of me about my marriage to Tyson? I didn’t choose this life. I sure as fuck would have never chosen Tyson as my husband.
