I chuckled. “I proposed this past weekend.”
Rose giggled. “And I want to pick out my own ring. You know, something you never let me do.”
“Really?” I asked.
Rose nodded. “See why I left now?”
I nodded. “Yeah, he’s not packing much down here, anyway.”
I had to keep my face in check to keep myself from smiling like a fucking idiot. There was something warm and comforting about Rose standing at my side. Chewing into her abuser like he was nothing but a plush doggy toy. God, how I wanted to shoot that motherfucker’s dick right off his body.
The man practically shook with fury as his eyes darted between the two of us.
“I just—how did—how!?” he exclaimed.
I snorted. “Man’s having to buffer that information, huh?”
Rose threaded her arm into mine. “He does that sometimes. He doesn’t like things that don’t fit his agenda.”
“Stop talking about me like I’m not right fucking here!” Blake exclaimed.
He yelled that statement so loudly that his voice broke, and I fell apart in laughter.
“No wonder he ain’t packin’ nothin’, his voice hasn’t even dropped yet!”
Rose playfully swatted at me. “Come on, now, that’s a bit mean.”
I cleared my throat and the laughter quickly ceased. “Now, Blake, I suggest you get the fuck out of here before I call the rest of the club to come deal with you personally.”
He stepped away from the barrel of my gun and rolled his shoulders back. “This isn’t over. I have unfinished business with my wife.”
“Ex-wife,” Rose said.
Blake locked eyes with her. “Not if I have anything to do about it.”
I quickly stepped in front of her and leveled the gun at his head. “One.”
Blake held up his hands. “Fine, I’m gone.”
“Two,” I said as my trigger finger twitched.
And I swear to hell on high, I’d never seen a man storm off so quickly in all my life.
“Would you have really shot him?” Rose asked breathlessly.
I turned and watched that motherfucker climb into his shining black vehicle before he cranked his engine.
“I honestly don’t know,” I murmured.
Watching him leave the parking garage in a fury was interrupted by Rose’s soft body jumping into my arms. I caught her with one arm around her waist and cradled the back of her head with my other hand, tucking her crying face square against the crook of my neck. She trembled against me, choking on the very air she needed to breathe as her hands tightly gripped my vest.
“I don’t know what changed your mind, but thank you. Thank you so much,” she whispered.
I knew what changed my mind, though.
Hechanged my mind.
He’s stalking her.
