My head is slammed into the bar in the next second.
“Motherfucker.” He grips the back of my jacket, yanking me from the chair and shoving me to the nasty bar floor with a punch to my face.
Fuck, it feels good.
“Get him up,” the guy barks.
I’m grabbed and brought to my feet. When my knees give out, two men stand on either side of me, helping hold me up by my arms.
I give a bloody smile to the man who stands in front of me, because this is what I’ve wanted since I held my wife’s body in my arms.
To die.
SEVENTY-NINE
KASHTON
“Come on.” Eve grabs my hand and leads me through the crowd of people.
“Where are we going?” I ask, but her only response is a giggle as she drags me through the foyer and up the stairs.
“Where are you two going? We haven’t cut the cake yet.”
I look down over the railing to see Elli standing in the foyer with her hands on her hips, watching us walk up the stairs. Sin comes to stand next to her.
“We’ll be back,” Eve assures her.
“Maybe.” I wink, and Sin grabs Elli’s hand, pulling her back to Eve’s birthday party when she tries to protest.
My wife pulls me into her bedroom and shuts the door before flipping on the light. “I don’t want a quickie,” I tell her. “You know I like to take my time.” My hands go to the hem of her dress, and I start to yank it up.
She slaps them away and smiles at me. “We’re not up here to fuck.”
I arch a brow. “Then why are we in here?” I look around the room that she has never slept one night of her life in. It gives me a pain in my chest. I wish Eve would have had this life. The mother that she deserved.
Placing her hands on my face, she forces me to look at her. I reach up and push some loose strands from her face. Her eyes are glassy from the alcohol, but she looks stunning.
“I wanted…” She pauses, swallowing, and I frown. “I wanted to tell you thank you.”
My pulse races at her words, because I know exactly where she’s going with this. “Eve?—”
“I’ve never celebrated a birthday before, and I want to thank you for giving me something so special.”
Janice was nice enough to let me help plan this party for my wife. “You better get used to it, angel. We’ll be celebrating it every year.”
“Gosh, every year?” She rolls her eyes like she’s terrified of the idea, but the smile on her gorgeous face tells me the truth.
“For the rest of our lives,” I assure her. And thanks to the enhancements, it’ll be a very, very long time.
She places her lips on mine, and my hands cup her face while she kisses me. When she pulls away, her eyes drop to my jeans. “I’ll take that quickie now.”
I grab her thighs, and she jumps up, wrapping her legs around me, giggling, as I walk her to the bed, knowing damn well I’m not going to be done anytime soon. The party will just have to wait for the birthday girl to return.
The memories come and go like the weather. There’s no controlling them. At first, I thought it was the silence.
It was driving me mad. There isn’t a TV in this godforsaken place. Eve broke it when she fought the man the night I took my belt to her ass, and they haven’t replaced it.
Just a small radio. And after fiddling with the knob for who knows how long, I could only find a country station. I hate that shit. So fucking depressing. But it’s better than nothing.
