Page 193 of Poison Vows

She never answered.

I didn’t want to ask Ty what was happening with her. After the day she went crazy spending money, I decided not to ask Ty about her every detail. I don’t want to spy on her anymore.

But she completely screened my calls this time.

And when I went to text her, it was as if she had blocked me and now, I get home, but she’s gone.

Of course with the trackers I had injected in her body, I know exactly where she is, but why the fuck is she there?

I call the culprit, already on my last never with everything that’s going on.

“Where is my wife?”

“Well, hello to you too, Monster,” George answers.

“Where’s my wife, George?”

“She’s here.”

“Why the fuck is she with you and why isn’t she answering her phone?”

“Tell me, Big Em, if Ivy had married Vaughn for real, what would’ve happened to all your plans?”

“That was never going to happen?”

“Why?” he presses, completely ignoring my first question. “Why did you need Ivy to marry you?”

“Simply because she does what I want her to do! Now, why the fuck is she there?”

Talking to George nowadays puts me on edge, simply because of the fat-ass elephant we try but fail to ignore. His baby mama.

Actually, ever since I married Angel, my life has been one hell of a ride.

Putting out fires, fighting secret wars, being put on a public forum where everyone now knows who to come for.

Normally I wouldn’t care about this. They can come for me all they want, but things are different now.

The whole reason why I was away is because I had to set up a whole militia round my mother’s new home. I’m not going to take chances now that snake Giovanni is loose.

What more, my wife?

“I’m coming to get her,” I state, grabbing my keys.

“That’s not necessary. She doesn’t want to see you.”

It’s like whiplash. “What?”

“Listen man, just give her time. You are, after all, behaving like a liar, a manipulator, and a man that won’t keep his word, disappearing without a word.” I hear the judgment in his words. “I’m sure she’ll call you when she’s ready.”

He hangs up before I can stop him. I toss my phone to the wall, smashing the screen.

Obviously my wife is still mad at me about the baby issue, but she needs to grow the fuck up!

What is she missing about this? I don’t want to have children, plain and simple.

She’ll come back to her senses. I’ll wait.

A week goes by and she’s still not back.

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