It had been over a week since I took him to meet my mom and brother. I’d known all along that she would love him, and she did. She called me later that night to tell me how great she thought Dom was and how she hoped he would become a permanent part of the family one day. Hint hint.
My mom wasn’t one for beating around the bush. Gay marriage was legal here. Yet not something I’d ever envisioned for myself. Not before Dom. We weren’t at that place yet in our relationship. I knew it was coming. One day.
I hadn’t yet met Dom’s family in person. He had introduced me during a video chat a few nights ago when his mom called him to check in. She seemed nice. Even commenting on how happy Dom seemed. Less moody. She’d invited us over for a pizza and movie night next weekend.
Everything was going so well I was almost afraid to enjoy it. At the same time, I wasn’t about to let anyone or anything take this from us. We deserved to enjoy every damn second.
“So we’re just here to beat the crap out of the guy?” Dom asked when we pulled up a few doors down from the house where we would find our target and his mistress.
“Yep. His wife doesn’t want him dead. Not yet anyway.” I stuffed my burner phone into my pocket. I would need it to record a video for the wife.
“And the mistress?”
“Scare the shit out of her. Don’t hurt her. I’m pretty sure it won’t take much to frighten her.” I got out of the car, pulling my hood up over my head to hide my face. On the other side of the car, Dominik did the same.
We made sure that nobody was around as we approached the front door. No doorbell camera. Nice.
I knocked on the door, waiting for someone to answer. My backup plan was to go around to the back and break in if necessary. Thankfully, that plan was scrapped when a forty-something woman pulled open the door.
“Are you from the Chinese food place?” she asked, her brow furrowing in confusion at the sight of Dom beside me. “You guys forgot the chicken balls.”
“Not quite. We’re actually here to speak with your boyfriend. It’s about his wife.” I wasn’t sure what to say, deciding to try something to catch her off guard.
“His wife?” she repeated uncertainly.
“You did know he was married, right?” I needed her to open the door a little wider. We weren’t really here for her. I didn’t want to use more aggression with her than necessary.
Dom didn’t seem to feel the same way. He had no problem shoving the door open, forcing her to stumble backwards as heentered the house. I quickly followed, closing the door behind me.
“Greg,” she shouted, clutching her bathrobe as she backed away.
“Where is he?” Dom demanded, already headed for the staircase.
The mistress, Marilyn, stumbled over her words several times before saying, “He’s in the shower.”
Grabbing her by the elbow, I forced her up the stairs after Dom, making sure she didn’t make a run for it. “We’re here to have a little chat with him. Nobody needs to get hurt. Don’t try anything stupid.”
“What’s going on?” Marilyn’s voice was high-pitched as she tried to pull free of my grasp. “Who are you?”
“That doesn’t matter. This really isn’t about us.”
We marched her upstairs to the bedroom where Greg was stepping out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. His thinning hair was still wet, the scent of cheap cologne clouding him. He took one look at us and paled.
“Who the hell are you?” he glanced around, searching for something to use as a weapon.
Dom moved fast, nailing him with a punch that sat him down hard on his ass. I pulled out the burner phone and started recording. The wife would want to see this.
“Amy sent us,” I explained, enjoying the defeat on his face. “You didn’t think she knew about Marilyn, did you? She’s known for a while. You’re not a very good liar, Greg.”
Greg muttered a few obscenities beneath his breath. When he tried to get up, Dom shoved him back down to the floor. Going to the closet, Dom pawed through the contents until he found a scarf. Using it to tie Marilyn’s hands and wrists, he shoved her down on the floor in the corner.
“Please don’t hurt her,” Greg pleaded. “She had nothing to do with this. She didn’t even know I was married until recently.”
“No worries, Greg.” I stepped forward to slam a fist into his face. “We’re not here for her.”
While Marilyn whimpered in the corner, Dom and I took turns roughing up Greg. We dragged him to his feet, shoving him around before slamming his face into the dresser. A few kicks to the ribs had him doubled over, gasping for breath.
It didn’t take long to achieve enough pain to make Amy happy. When we’d finished and Greg lay sprawled on the floor with his towel agape, I knelt down next to him, patting his face. “I hope she takes you for everything you’re worth. You got lucky, buddy. Most wives ask us to kill their cheating dick of a husband.”
