Page 59 of Cowboy Devil's Embrace

“Not here,” I growled and nodded away from the throng of people waiting for their snacks.

I trusted the douchebag to follow, and the moron did not disappoint.

He smelled like wheatgrass, sour yogurt, and some fruity shit that stunk like BO that he probably drank in a smoothie.

Like a teenaged girl.

What a fucking pussy.

“Look, pal, what goes on between a man and his wife is none of your business. Having your hands all over her in public, it’s disgusting! And her, a figure in this town! Oh no. I don’t think so. I am going to tell the lawyers about her behavior,” he began.

Now, I only half-listened to him, stuck on some of his word usage. I wasn’t known for my patience. But this asshole had used the word husband and wife, I was not having that.

We neared the tall chain-link fence at the end of the lot, some thirty feet away from the concession stand, and I pivoted on my heel before I came into contact with it.

Dickhead startled, almost tripping, and I stepped right into his space, my hand gripping his collar.

Oh, I wanted to hit him and worse. The sounds of chuffing and snorting caught my attention, and I knew Kian was close. Dante, too.

My Crew was here, and they had my back. But even more important, they kept my Devil from taking over.

I did not have the presence of mind to think too hard on it right then. But I knew later, I would appreciate their efforts. Outing the supernatural community was not on the fucking agenda tonight.

Looking down at the man with an angry snarl on my lips, I shoved him away from me.

“Oh, you are in trouble now, mister! I will file a complaint against you with the authorities for manhandling me,” he threatened.

“Yeah, you can try that, but I assure you it is not in your best interest. Now, let me explain what you are going to do from here on out,” I growled.

“Do you know who you are talking to? I am a highly respected surgeon in this town!”

Yeah, I knew who he was. And I knew he was grossly exaggerating.

I’d spent the days apart from Penelope looking up everything I could find on her and her asshole ex.

“I know you, Burt Downs, plastic surgeon. I hear you’re not a very good one. Aren’t you being sued by several clients for your subpar work?” I asked loudly.

Burt swallowed and looked around. Good. let him be embarrassed.

“In fact, aren’t your partners trying to get you kicked out of their firm?” I asked, but it wasn’t a question.

I knew they were. His fellow surgeons were right now in talks with their attorneys to get him removed from their business. Of course, I might have had one of my personal lawyers offer them help with that.

Pro bono, of course.

But that was his work life.

In his personal life,Burt the Dirtbag, as Avery called him, was much worse.

He’d used Penelope throughout their seven-year marriage. Draining her bank account to pay for his schooling, and other activities, such as weekends with his mistresses, partying and gambling away her hard-earned cash.

Their divorce settlement was a joke.

He’d taken everything. The house, their meager savings, and the fucker had been squirreling away his own income for years in offshore accounts, hiding it from Penelope and her lawyer.

He recently got remarried to his nurse, who was one of his former mistresses. I would have thought he’d forgotten his first wife.

But nope. The dick just wouldn’t leave her alone.

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