“Not one fucking step.” I walk up to him carefully, holding myself steady. “If you don’t fuck off back down my driveway, you won’t be returning home either.”
“Are you threatening an officer?”
“You bet your ass I am.” I glare down at him. I haven’t done much physically in nearly six months, but I’ve been a defenseman for nearly two decades. There is no scenario where this asshole will take Felix back with him.
“You think I’m scared of some injured washed-up hockey player?”
“Let me show you how washed up I am.” I take another step, looking down at him. I catch it. A faint flicker, but it’s there. Fear. Good. “You will never lay another fucking finger on him, as long as you live.” I step closer, nearly breathing the same air as this troll. “Depending on your next move, that timeline will shorten.”
Steven eyes me a moment, and then they flicker to Felix. “Is this really it? This how you repay me for all I’ve done for you?”
“Yes.” I answer for him. Steven’s cold eyes snap back to mine.
“I’m done.” Surprised, I almost take my eyes off him to look at Felix. “I’m not going back. I want a divorce.” My gorgeous brave boy. Steven stares at him. “I want a divorce.”
It takes a minute for the words to sink in. Some of his fight deflates. “You heard my man.” I smirk. “Now get the hell off our property.”
Some of the tension eases when he takes a few steps back. “You’ll regret this.” He turns and walks back down the driveway, before getting into his car and peeling away. I don’t breathe until he’s out the gate and gone.
Felix collapses into me. I squeeze him tight, pressing kisses into his hair. “You’re fine. You’re okay.” His chest heaves against me. “So brave, baby.” I plant kisses across his forehead. “I’m so proud of you.” His fingers twist in my sleeves.
“What if he comes back tonight?” We leave in the morning, so it’s not like we can file paperwork right now.
“What if we leave tonight? I’ll text Oli and ask if we can stay the night with them. We’re all going to the same place tomorrow anyway. And when we get back, we will end this.” He looks up at me and nods. “Good. Let’s give it a few and then get the hell out of here.”
I should try and sleep.
With Felix lying on my chest snoring softly, I just can’t stop looking at him. It’s like this precious thing just fell into my life, and I’m afraid to take my eyes off him. Steven rattled me more than I’ll admit. Not because I’m afraid of him or think Felix will go back. I’m afraid that he’ll get under Felix’s skin.
He stood up to him, though, and damn, I’m so fucking proud.
Oli and Andre were more than happy to let us stay over tonight. I explained what had happened, and once I caught Oli up on everything, he wanted to hunt Steven down himself.
We’re lying on the couch, and Felix is lying on top of me tucked into my arm and the back cushions. Snug and safe. Right in my arms where he belongs. He fell asleep during amovie, and now I’m watching one of the old Otters games I missed before I got my head out of my ass. I watch mindlessly while my fingers play in the soft strands of his brown hair, overwhelming emotions punching through me.
Felix’s glasses are on the table. We should probably get up and move to the guest room, but I don’t want to wake him. I can sleep on the plane. “How’s he doing?” Oli whispers, walking into the living room.
“He’s okay. Finally passed out.” I smile down at him. The weight of him feels amazing.
“Want to give me that asshole’s address? We can pay him a fucking visit. I’ll grab a couple of guys from the team. You know Viktor, he doesn’t need much reason to fight someone.” I laugh knowing he’ll want to do just that. “This the Hydra playoff game?”
I nod. “Missed a few.” I watch him sleeping, content here with him in my arms. “How do you deal with it?”
“With what?”
“Wanting to rip Andre’s father limb from fucking limb.” My fingers continue their path through his hair before I rub my thumb gently along his temple.
“Well, the thought of life in prison sounds fucking terrible.” He chuckles. “Unfortunately for me, I didn’t know what was going on until it all escalated. We’ve dealt with a lot of legal shit, and every time we have to go down and take care of it, I feel like I’m going to snap.”
“What keeps you from doing that?”
“Andre.” Oli smiles sadly. “That’s not what he needs. He needs me to support him not fight his battles for him. I know I can’t solve everyone’s fucking issues for them.”
“Glad you’re finally realizing that.”
He slaps my bicep.
“What’s going on?” Andre comes into the living room andsees Felix asleep. He lowers his voice to a whisper. “Shit, sorry.”
