She gasps, her arms flying out to her sides when she steps back. “What the?—”
“He’s married. Fucking bitch.” I punch her in the face.
She immediately falls to the floor, passed out. One hit to the face, and she’s out.
That felt good, to let out a little aggression, but don’t try and fuck someone you know belongs to someone else. I’m his wife. Not some fuck he sees every other Monday.
Her friends rush over and try to help her up, but Alex intervenes.
“Everett.” An arm wraps around me from behind and my heels are lifted out from underneath me. I’m hauled back through the crowd and set down on my Jimmy Choos in the hallway that leads to the bathroom.
I spin around to yell at Kash, but he wraps his hand around my throat, shoving my back into the wall. “Goddammit, Eve,” he growls in my face.
“I’m sorry for interrupting. Did you want to fuck her?” I snap, breathing heavily.
His hard eyes search mine, and I glance at his lips, licking mine. Fuck, I’m so horny. I want him to fuck me in front of the bitch. Show her what she’s missing while showing he’s taken.
My hands fist his shirt, and I pull him closer to me, wanting his body on top of mine.
I lean into him, and he goes to kiss me, but Colton comes up next to us. “Tyson wants to see you two in his office.”
“Fuck,” Kashton hisses, letting go of my neck. He grabs my hand, yanking me from the hallway and to the elevator.
My anger grows at Tyson interrupting. I need some hate fuck right now. Put me in my place while he proves to me that I’m the only one he wants. Is that too much for a woman to ask?
KASHTON
I pull her into Ty’s office and shut the door behind me.
“Sit,” I order, guiding her into a chair, and she huffs but stays put.
Alex smiles at her, and she gives him a death glare. He doesn’t want to fuck with her right now. She’s worked up and needs an outlet. If she decides to use his face, I’m not going to stop her.
Tyson stands behind his desk, sleeves rolled up and hands shoved into the pockets of his dress slacks. He looks like a dad trying to decide how to discipline his kids. “And here I thought Sin was going to be my biggest problem.” He sighs. “Then you two show up.” Moving his hands to his hips, he glares at Eve. “What the fuck was that?”
“Tyson—”
“She’s wanted for murder, kidnapping, and sex trafficking.” He interrupts me. “The list goes on.”
“We both know she didn’t do it.” I argue. I might be pissed at my wife for the scene she just caused, but I’m going to defend her.
“They don’t know that.” Ty looks over at Colton and demands, “Where the fuck are Finn and Jenks?”
“With the girls,” Colt answers. “Making sure no police reports will be filed.”
The door opens, and I look to see the detective who wants to frame my wife for murder enter the room, followed by some younger guy dressed in his police uniform.
Fuck this night.
“What are the odds?” Detective Haynes comes to a stop, spotting Eve. “Officer Anders, take this woman into custody.”
“With pleasure,” the kid says, pulling the handcuffs free from his duty belt.
Alex and Colton both stand, but I’m quicker. I remove my pocketknife and flip it open. Stepping into the detective, I slam it to the hilt into his upper thigh, making him hiss. “Goddammit.”
The other pulls out his gun and trains it on me. Everyone else in the room does the same, but theirs are pointed at the young cop.
“If he touches my wife, I’m going to slice your neck open. Do you understand me?”
