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“Quincy recently moved.” I stand to my full height, swiping my gloved hands off on my pants. “As to why she’s not taking your calls… That seems pretty evident. She wants no part of communicating with you. I would take that at face value and see yourself out.”
“She’s not even living here?” he hisses. “Why the fuck won’t she consider my offer then? It was a fair number for this shit hole!”
My eyes narrow.
If this is how he’s willing to speak to a stranger, I can only imagine how he spoke to and about her. The thought makes my teeth gnash together as Shaw puts the truck in park.
“Is she trying to start a bidding war? Did someone else put in an offer?” Pete asks.
I ignore him, turning and grabbing the final bag and tossing it next to the others. Perhaps I should have called to check if she needed anything while I was here, but I didn’t like the thought of ruining the surprise. If I missed anything, it’s easy enough to come back for it.
“Are you going to continue to ignore me?” the idiot with a death wish hisses. “You clearly know her. You’re packing her things. Wait, are you dating her too? You know she’s fucking Hartley Adams—the football star.”
His crass description of Quincy and Hartley’s relationship makes my stomach tighten, but killing him would delay my ability to get home and climb into bed next to my omega.
“I am aware.” I nod at the bags as Shaw jogs up the two concrete steps. “You can grab those. I’m all set.” Turning back to the door, I reach inside to lock it behind me.
“She can hide all she wants, but I see her for who she really is. If she’s fucking multiple guys while she’s pregnant, I don’t trust that she wasn’t cheating on me while we were together. Let her know I’m serious about that paternity test,” Pete says.
The man does have a death wish.
Spinning around, I cross the space between us and wrap my hand around his throat before he can blink. I twist, slamming his back against one of the brick columns that line the walk up to the front door.
The sniveling asshole lets out a satisfyingoomph.
“I was about to kick him in the kidney for you,” Shaw says. “Say shitty things, and you gotta be prepared when someone sets you straight.”
My fingerless gloves allow me to feel Pete’s pulse thundering under my grip, and my nostrils flare, breathing in the scent of his fear. Normally it would give me a nice little buzz of euphoria, but my anger is too high to truly enjoy the moment.
“The baby Quincy is carrying hasnothingto do with you.” I keep my tone even and stare into his beady eyes. “She’s already told you as much. I’m telling you for the second andfinaltime. If you could do basic math, this wouldn’t even be a question, but I’ve met men like you before. You’re irrelevant, and you’ll do anything necessary to remain a thorn in her side because you want something. Let me make myself painfully clear. I would burn this house to the ground before I let you buy it from her.”
My fingers tighten, but I don’t allow myself to go deep enough to leave bruises.
Pete struggles, clawing at my wrist and dancing around on his tiptoes.
“I believe I’ve made my point,” I say calmly. “You get exactly one chance to live, Peter August Nolan.” I quirk an eyebrow. Oh yes, I know every detail of his pathetic existence, which is unfortunate because I also understand he has family and coworkers who would report him missing. “Forget all about Quincy and move on. Your assistant, what’s her name?” A vicious grin crosses my face. “That’s right. Leslie. She’s a much safer option for you to focus on.”
Chapter Forty-Seven
Trigg
My heart thunders as I find Quincy asleep in my bed upon making it back to the house. I’m baffled why she didn’t opt to stay with Hartley and Ridge in the pack bedroom, but it makes every bit of my long day worth it.
I rush through a quick shower and dry off without bothering to dress myself after.
She told me I couldn’t touch her sexually while she sleptunlesswe had taken that step while she was awake and consenting, but we have… Meaning, there’s no reason why I shouldn’t lift the blanket and snuggle up behind her soft form.
So I do.
She’s warm, and her electric scent is everywhere. I mostly kept my distance when I stretched out next to her at her home. Occasionally, I would get brave and brush my fingers over her cheek or arm, but I have no limitations now.
Plastering my nude body to her back, I slide my hand under the T-shirt she’s wearing. It’s long enough to basically fit like a dress, so it must belong to Ridge. My fingers tease over her stomach, and I plaster my nose to her hair.
The gentle change to her scent proves Hartley took my advice. Well, I can’t be angry when I’m the one who suggested he take action, but I don’t intend to allow myself to be left behind.
Sliding my hand higher, I cup her breast and flick her nipple, which hardens under my touch. I nose her hair out of the way, baring her neck to me. It’s dark, and I don’t have my glasses on, but I don’t believe Hartley’s bite will be in my way. All that perfect skin on her throat is mine for the taking.
I lick and suck my way down her neck and continue teasing her breasts.
