Page 36 of Bad Husband

“Let her go,” Marco said.

The whole table seemed to freeze.

Chiara looked toward her husband, and the coldness in his gaze unsettled her. Was it just her, or did the whole diner seem to go eerily silent? She felt like she was panting to gain her breath. She tried not to wriggle. She didn’t want to draw attention to herself.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” the man who held her asked, and it was like he spat out every word.

Chiara’s heart raced, and the man who held her roughly should have been able to feel it. That was how afraid she was. The fear ran down her spine. She didn’t know what the hell to do.

Then, Marco moved, she didn’t see exactly what he’d done, but in one breath, the man held her roughly, in the other, one of his hands was off her body.

She rushed out, quickly put some distance between them, and that was when she saw Marco had the man’s arm at an odd angle. She didn’t know how he’d been able to do that, only that he was the one holding him. The rest of the men stood there watching.

“I think it is time you leave, don’t you?” Marco asked.

“You’re making a mistake. A big fucking mistake.” This came from the one that Marco held in a tight grip.

“I’m glad you answered like that.”

Chiara watched as Marco brought the man’s leg up and snapped his arm in two. There was no time to process anything as the fight broke out, and Chiara saw nine of the ten men advance on Marco.

She’d never seen him fight before, but it didn’t matter how many men there were because the rage within her husband was so acute, she just stood back and watched.

At one point, one of the diners came in to help, and Marco had no choice but to stand in the way of another getting attacked. He helped others, and she was scared. When she saw one of the men with a broken nose and blood pouring down his face, along with a blade in his hand, she reacted quickly and grabbed the nearest chair to smash it across the man’s back. She used all of her strength to do this, and then screamed.

The man she hit went down, but not for long as within seconds, he was on his feet, and she quickly stumbled back. She didn’t need to get far as Marco was there with an arm around the man’s neck. He cut off his air, and then the man suddenly tapped his hand and slowly seemed to go to sleep.

Chapter Thirteen

Marco looked at Chiara, and that monster that had been clawing at him disappeared. They were in his trailer, and Chiara had the first aid kit laid out in front of her.

She’d already tended to most of his wounds, and he didn’t even wince as she pressed a sterilized wipe to one of his cuts. Some of the bikers had knives, and they were fucking cheats for using them.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“Don’t worry about it. It hasn’t been that long ago that I was stabbed.”

“I think most of No Point absolutely loves you.”

“They were starting to piss me off. There is no fucking way they touch my wife and get away with it.” He looked at her, because the moment he saw that biker touch her, he’d seen nothing but red, and all he wanted to do was kill. He wanted to annihilate everyone, and it was lucky they were not dead.

There was no way he could kill ten men in a town full of witnesses. His wife liked No Point, and he happened to also love his wife, and he wasn’t going to make her go through that.

“You could have seriously hurt yourself,” she said.

“I needed a good fight.”

She chuckled. “Well, you got one.”

“The man was lucky I let him leave with just a broken arm,” Marco said.

“I think you also broke his nose.”

Marco watched as she continued to clean his wound. Usually, he had a doctor to patch him up, or he did it himself. This was the first time Chiara had worked on him, but she seemed to know what she was doing.

“Did you have to patch up your dad?” he asked.

“No, my dad never let me patch him up or see the injuries he sustained. He believed I should be able to work my way around a first aid kit. Also, as a kid, I was rather accident prone, so he felt it was his responsibility to be sure I at least knew how to handle everything, if I was going to play outside.” She gave a little shrug. “That’s what I do.”