Page 189 of Deceit

“That doesn’t mean shit. Your money wouldn’t have bought Emmy, so you either have the humor of a clown or…” I don’t want to talk about his dick or sex life. I’m not going there. “Where were you the night she gave birth?”

“It’s none of your business.”

“Makeit my business.” I try to loosen my clenched jaw, but all I want to do is shove that water bottle down his throat.

She’s gone, and nothing is going to bring her back, I know that.

I hate that.

I have to live without her for the rest of my life and I’m not sure I can.

“Listen,” Alexander says, trying for a calm and rational approach to the conversation. “I was at the office. I got the call from the hospital. I rushed over, I didn’t even get to go inside the operating room because…I guess things weren’t going so good.”

“And you didn’t even try to barge in there like a man in love would do.” I slowly begin to shake my head back and forth. Taunting him and the things he didn’t do, not that he may have been able to save her, but his actions got us to this point.

I can feel it.

“Stay the fuck away from the kids,” I growl out, fists balled at my sides. “Or I’ll rip your damn arms off, and you won’t be holding any in the near future.”

“They’re fuckingmine,” he carps out, taking a dangerous step in my direction. “And I will get custody of them. So save your next threat. I’ll bury your little buddy in legal fees because someone is tampering with evidence.”

“Or someone just won’t accept that his girlfriend screwed another dude behind your back.”

“Fuck you and get the hell out.” He points in the way of the door, but I don’t listen to the gesture.

Instead, I grip his wrist and twist, getting him to drop the water and bow down in pain.

He swings with his free hand and connects with my thigh, but it only causes me to put more pressure on his hand, bending it back to which he howls.

“You’re fucking dead,” he yells out through his teeth.

I lean over, not giving a shit if he lunges up and knocks into my chin with the back of his skull. It’ll only add onto more of my wanting to eliminate him, right here, right now and I’ll explain to the boys later. “Not if I get to you first.”

The front door bangs open, hitting something glass and sending it crashing to the floor. It hints that someone obviously came in with some force and it’s not help for me.

Pivoting, I’m met with a burly dude and a mustache. His dark eyes narrow as my arm cocks back to have an introduction with his face.

He stumbles, revealing the other two men that have come in to kick me out.

“I want him dead,” Alexander commands haughty behind me, which only gets me to thrust my elbow back to connect with his nose.

He lets out a yelp, and I’m ramming into one guy’s stomach with my shoulder while the other has his hands on my shirt to go for the ride.

We crash into a wall, allowing me the opportunity to get one good punch on the dude’s cheek before I’m hurled backward by one of his cronies.

I’m quick to right myself, catching five knuckles to the jaw before my fist flies into the same dude’s face, sending him away when the other two begin to lunge for me.

I’m able to dodge one, but the other gets a right hand across my face. I seize his suit then thrust my forehead into his, not feeling the pain because of the surge of adrenaline coursing through my body.

And because I’ve done it over a million times.

The click of a hammer fills the space and I locate the taller one rushing me with it.

Dumbass.

He could’ve shot me and got this over with.

I swing at his kidneys. My knee comes up next, hearing a crunch of a bone-breaking before I’m pried away by my waist.

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