Page 61 of Choices

"Okay, here, mother fucker. You sign our agreement, in its entirety. Or...we fucking kill you. Your choice." Matty says, a little unhinged.

"What the ever-loving fuck is this, Hannah!? You're involved with the mafia now?! You think they can fuck you better than I can? I was the only sorry sucker who picked you up after everyone else passed. You're not worth..." Alan went to say, but luckily, Matty punches the shit out of him.

"Look, man, I know your IQ is in the single digits, so I felt like helping you out, because you clearly don't see what's happening here, and I kinda feel bad for you."

Alan huffs.

"Here's the thing," Matty continues. "We can kill you, dismember your body, and make it look like you ran away with your mistress and things went wrong. So fucking easily." Matty goes on. "But for whatever reason, my woman wants to give you a chance at being a decent father. Lord fuck knows you won't. But I love her, and will do whatever she says, so you're a fortunate fucker."

"I'll fucking sue you for this! For assault! For threatening me! I'll take you for every penny you think you own! I'll take you to the cleaners, take the house, take the kids! You're an unfit mother anyway! Fucking around with gangbangers. I knew you were garbage the day I met you."

Matty balls up the divorce papers and shoves them in his mouth to shut him up. Alan gags and sputters around the intrusion.

Rico turns and squats in front of Alan.

"See...here's the thing, dumbass. You've put us in a precarious position, now. You could sue us, sure. You wouldn't win, but it would be a major headache and we've got better shit to worry about. Clearly, you don't understand how much we'd prefer you dead. I've killed men for much less than threatening me and my woman. So this is what's going to happen. My enforcer is going to beat you to within an inch of your life. He won't do permanent damage, but it'll send a message home. Then I'm going to go fuck your mistress." Hannah stiffens in my arms.

I wiggle my finger back and forth against her skin, trying to tell her 'no he won't' without releasing her. She relaxes.

"Then I'm going to pay a woman you work for to file a sexual harassment claim. Knowing you, it won't be too hard to find someone willing. Then my lawyer here is going to tip off the right people and fabricate evidence of money laundering, so your assets will be frozen. You'll have no job, no house, no money, and no mistress." He turns to look at us. "That about it?"

Hannah nods.

"Great! Maybe we'll set your car on fire, too, just for shits and gigs, ya know?" Matty adds, tossing Hannah a wink.

Finally, Alan's tiny brain cells seem to have caught up and he looks the right amount of terrified.

Matty pulls the papers out and flattens them again so dumbass can sign them.

"And if I ever get the hint that you're anywhere near my woman or her children I will not hesitate to rip out all of your teeth, your fingernails, cut your dick off and choke you with it. Then I'm going to fuck your wife over your corpse. Comprende?"

Alan's face pales. His watery eyes finally turn to Hannah.

"Baby. Look, baby, I'm sorry. I know I wasn't a good husband, but I can try. I can change. It's not too late. You used to love me. Things were good before, weren't they?"

Ah...bargaining. Love it when they get to this part of the process. I love stomping on their hope when it's at its lowest.

I can feel the energy draining out of Hannah, though, as she sags against me. I push her gently forward so I can slide off the kitchen island and face her. I tilt her head back and give her one last, long, luxurious kiss, before passing her into Matty's arms.

"Hey, gorgeous." He whispers to her before kissing her.

"Slut," Alan whispers.

"Santiago." Rico growls. My turn up to bat.

Hannah grabs Matty's hand but looks to Rico and me. "Will you...will you all spend the night? I think I'd feel better."

I wince at the black eye forming and her cut lip, but I nod.

"Matty, take our girl upstairs. We'll take him to the basement."

"What!? No! You can't do this!" Alan screams at Matty and Hannah's backs.

After Hannah and Matty have fully retreated, I untie the piece of shit, letting Rico get in a few hits, before dragging him to the basement door and kicking him down the stairs.

It was a 50/50 chance that he'd break his neck or not.

Chapter twenty-three

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