Page 130 of Snared

“Charlie! Over here!” a voice called out, another one echoing the same words from another direction.

I dropped my head, knowing exactly who was yelling my name. How the fuck were the paps here already? I didn’t even know they knew where I lived.

“Why is your husband fighting that guy? Is it a love triangle? Or are you cheating on Josh since he cheated on you?” someone yelled.

“You’re going to tear apart the band, Charlie! Josh has been a Steelwolf fixture since the beginning. How do you feel about that?” A new voice this time. They seemed to keep coming.

“Who are you?” someone shouted. I assumed they were talking to Troy.

“I’m her high school sweetheart. She’s always loved me,” Troy shouted back, then he grunted when Josh got him in the stomach.

“Fuck you. You’re the cheater. You broke her heart. But I love her. Always have, always will,” Josh yelled.

I couldn’t move. I had wanted Josh to tell me he loved me, but I never expected it this way. It was like a fucking soap opera, and I fought the urge to turn around and go back into my building. Was it wrong that I was slightly enjoying Josh proclaiming his love for me in this over-the-top fashion?

Fucking hell. Maybe I’d taken a hit to the head, too.

I shook myself and turned my attention back to the two idiots fighting. “Both of you need to stop. Troy, I don’t know why you’re here, but I have nothing to say to you, so just leave.”

“Troy!” one of the paps yelled. “The ex?”

Shit. One of them had connected the dots. I should’ve stayed upstairs.

“Troy, the ex who said the wedding was fake? Oh, this is good. Charlie, do you have any comments on that?”

A microphone was shoved in my face, and I tried to take a step back, but another reporter was right behind me.

“No comment.”

“I have a comment. Their marriage is fake. Charlie has always loved me. And he’s cheating on her,” Troy said, pointing at Josh.

“You’re a fucking waste of space. These petty claims, your bullshit accusations. I’m done.” Josh advanced on Troy again.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Jax’s voice cut through all the noise. “I don’t know what is going on, but this scene is over.” He grabbed Josh’s arm to hold him back.

“Let go of me,” Josh growled.

“Charlie, what’s going on? Everyone, get away from her,” Cassie said, pushing through the reporters that were still steadily gathering.

Had they sent out a massive fucking group text or something?

“Show’s over,” Bash said, striding toward me with Tristan next to him.

Tristan leveled a glare at Josh and Troy. “Enough. What is going on and why are you doing it in front of the cameras?”

“Charlie and I need to talk,” Josh said.

“About how he’s a cheating dick,” Troy yelled.

“Troy, go home. I don’t want to see you. I want nothing to do with you. Go. Home.” I was tired of holding it together.

Cassie wrapped her arm around my shoulder. “Crumble inside, okay?” I leaned into her.

“Josh, can we take this inside?” Tristan asked.

“Can we?” Josh asked, walking toward me. He grabbed my hands, and I wanted to pull free.

“Who is she?” I asked.

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