Page 122 of Bae

You’re waiting for a description of this asshole, aren’t you? The color of his eyes. The style of his hair and what kind of clothes he wore.

Here’s my description of the guy who stole my wife’s virginity when she was just a child: fugly.

I saw nothing when I looked at him. I only felt disgust.

His head lolled from side to side as he lay there and wallowed in pain. Christ, did he have no self-respect at all? I was kind of fucking shocked he was such a wimp. He hadn’t even tried to hit me.

Braeden stepped up beside me and stared down. “Dude, you’re a fucking pussy.”

“Maybe,” he said, dabbing at his lip. “But these bruises sure will look good on camera for the interview. Might even get me some extra cash.”

I growled.

Braeden reached down and hauled him up, pinning his arms behind his back and serving him up to me like dessert. I didn’t touch him. Instead, I shoved my face within inches of his. “Oh, there isn’t going to be any interview.” I motioned to B but spoke to Kane. “Have a seat. We need to have a conversation.”

Braeden tossed him into a nearby chair. I stood in front of him, making sure I was close enough he had to look up.

Trent and Braeden flanked me. Drew was somewhere behind us. I still heard his fingers flying over the keyboard.

“Romeo,” Kane said, dabbing at his already swelling lip. “I don’t care what you say. I’m not walking away from that pile of cash.”

“How much?” I asked. “How much is my wife’s humiliation worth?”

“I still can’t believe that mouse bagged an NFL player.” He scoffed.

Braeden’s hand shot out and slapped him upside his head. “Don’t you fucking talk about my sister like that,” he ground out.

Kane shrugged. “I’ll admit she looks better now than she did at thirteen. Still don’t have any tits, though.”

I moved fast, so fast no one saw it coming. I swiped my leg out, knocked into his chair, and it toppled over with him in it. I ended up leaning over him, my face shoved in close to his.

“You say one more word about my wife and I won’t be responsible for what happens after,” I spoke, dead calm. Almost monotone. It was eerie, even to me. I didn’t blink, and I didn’t touch him again. I just stared. I let him see the full promise deep in my eyes.

He nodded.

I straightened but left him lying. I wasn’t about to help the bastard up.

“Three-quarters of a million,” he said once the chair was righted and his ass was in it.

I glanced at Trent and B. We all spoke without a word.

If he was only getting three-quarters, that meant the rest was going to Missy. By the time she was done, she would pocket well over a million dollars.

Guess that was a lot of money to help make her stupid #BuzzBoss website even bigger than it had already grown. Sure, I’d known Missy was still the #BuzzBoss. After we all left Alpha University, she kept it going, but instead of reporting on small-time campus gossip, she started going after celebrities. It took about a year, but eventually, the website had gone national and it became a legitimate source of gossip.

But knowing Missy, she wanted it to be even bigger. She liked power. She liked money… and she was willing to do whatever she had to do to get it.

If she wasn’t a woman, I’d punch her in the face.

“You’re not doing this story. You’re going to walk out of here today and never talk to another reporter or gossip rag about me or my wife ever again.”

He laughed.

My tongue slid over my teeth. “How much is this payday worth to you?” I tilted my head to the side.

“I already told you,” he spat.

He was a dumb asshole. “Yeah, but that money, it ain’t free. What’s it going to cost you?”

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