Page 139 of Prey for You

~ SAM ~

When my doorbell rang at almost midnight,I knew.

I hadn’t been thinking she would come. I’d been expecting Jeremy, or maybe even some fucked up assassin shit. Maybe they’d remove me to solve the problem?

But they wouldn’t ring the doorbell.

Bridget.

I yanked on a pair of boxers and sprinted through the house for the door, reaching for the lock as she knocked.Hard.

I swung the door wide and my breath rushed out of me at the sight of her, openly on my doorstep in her hunting gear, her face pale and eyeshuge.

“Bridget,” I rushed. “Thank God, I—”

“You fuckingliar!”she hissed, stepping in and shoving me back with both hands. I was so startled, I stumbled back, one arm swinging wildly to catch my balance as she stormed right into my house, her face twisted into a snarl. “I can’t believe you played me! Just one more fucker in this world, just like my fucking father—one of his meathead thugs who—”

“Bridget,no!”

She shoved me again and when I didn’t step back this time, she hauled off and slapped me.

“You fuckingcunt!”she screamed.

“Bridget, listen to me—”

Teeth bared and eyes shining with tears, my wife turned into a whirlwind—hands coming at me faster than I could see—and some of them landed. I was exhausted, taken by surprise, and one eye watered from that stinging slap. It took a few seconds and a bruised rib for me to understand I needed to defend myself before she clawed my eyes out.

“Bridget!”

“Liar. Cheat.Fucking manipulative asshole!There aren’t words bad enough for you—and you talk about god like he’s on your side, you fuckingheathen!”

“Bridge—”

Smack, swing. I caught one of her hands before it connected with my face, but I had to turn my shoulder into the next blow, because she hadn’t slowed down.

Where the fuck did she learn to fight like that?

“Bridget, stop!”

“Fight me, Sam! Fuckingfight me!”

“What?! No! I’m not—”

The heel of her hand came straight for my face and if I hadn’t already had a hand high enough, she would have broken my nose.

I swore and caught her wrist andheld it, this time. Bridget hissed like a cat and turned, throwing an elbow into my unprotected ribs, but she was shaking.

“Bridget… babe—”

“Don’t fucking call me that!”

“What did he tell you? It was a lie! I’m not—”

“Bullshit! I saw the photo!”

I was struggling to keep her one hand held while trying to catch the other arm, and in the end I had no choice but to wrap an arm around her and pull her off her feet. It was clear she wasn’t going to stop fighting until I had completely overwhelmed her.

“I’m only doing this so we can talk,” I grunted in her ear as she tried to elbow my chest again. But I had her held too tightly this time.

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