Page 123 of Live for Me

She wasn’t wearing fucking pants.

My eyes snapped up to her face to find a confused snarl on hers.

“Who the hell are you?” she garbled, blinking slowly.

“Happy to know you don’t fucking remember me,” I drawled.

She squinted her eyes and not even a second later, recognition hit her face. “Beau fuckin’ Marks.”

Normally, this would be the point where I’d tip my hat and ask how she was doing, but I didn’t give a fuck.

“Where is he?” I clipped, my voice like granite.

She yawned, scratching the top of her head. “Where’s who?”

“The man who’s been sending you money every fucking month,” Lawson snapped from beside me.

Sheri slowly looked over to him, and I watched in disgust as her entire demeanor changed. She gave him a smile, revealing her stained teeth as well as her missing ones. My stomach churned. “Well, aren’t you handsome.”

Lawson said nothing to her, looking at me. “Can we get on with this?”

“Where is he, Sheri?”

“Beau, I don’t have to tell you anything, and unless you come back with Chase, I won’t.”

“Abbie is in danger,” I bit out. “I know motherly instincts aren’t your strong suit but just give it a try for the next five minutes.”

Sheri’s face twisted, and she stepped back. “What the hell are you talking about? Abbie isn’t in danger.” I opened my mouth to say something, but she cut me off. “I know you’re still in love with her, but you have to let her go. You were never the right man for her anyway, and I’m happy to be the one to tell you.”

“Tell me what?” I shot back.

“Abbie’s married. She lives in Colorado Springs with her husband.”

My blood ran cold.What the ever-loving fuck?

Sheri nodded. “Yeah, I figured that would be a tough pill to swallow.”

“Whose truck is that?” Lawson asked.

“That’s mine.”

Again, what the ever-loving fuck?

“Now, if you boys will excuse me, my show is on.”

She went to shut the door, and my hand shot out as I growled, “What’s his name?”

“Excuse me?”

“Abbie’s husband,” I said slowly.“What is his name?”

Sheri rolled her eyes. “It’s Ricky Johnson, Beau. My girl married a man worthy of her fucking time.”

My ears began to ring as my vision filled with blood, and I reached back, wrapping my hand around my pistol.

A sharp ring of a cellphone snapped me out of, it and I blinked, reaching for my phone instead. As I put it to my ear, I ordered Lawson to watch her before stepping away. “You better havesomething good before I commit murder,” I growled into the phone, my back to the trailer.

“He used the card linked to the mystery account,” Ash pushed out quickly.

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