Page 26 of An Unexpected Everything
I’d made my way to work, nodding at my team as I went through paperwork. I needed to get under the hood of an engine soon, but being the boss and owner meant that I had paperwork galore. I knew that Hudson needed to come over and get me a few more things to sign because of course the Cages owned the property all around us, and we had business to deal with, but I didn’t know when the man would show up. He would be there for you if you needed him, but any other time? You never knew when he’d arrive. And I didn’t mind it. Hudson had his own demons after all.
“Hey, Weston. There’s someone here for you.” I looked up at Allie and frowned.
“You okay?”
She paused, a grimace covering her face. “It’s Drew.”
“Fuck,” I growled.
“My thoughts exactly.”
Deirdre had already come and picked up her car, and I had done my best to keep the costs at a minimum. I hadn’t even charged for my own labor. She worked too many hours and gave too much of her money to that asshole Drew, but there was no way I was going to be able to fix everything. Just the tires themselves.
Drew paced in the front bay, anger radiating off him. A few of the other crew members looked up at me, questions in their gaze, but I waved them off. I could handle this. There was nothing else that they could do without causing even more of a scene. As it was, a couple of the clients in the waiting room could see the action, so no matter what happened today it would be around town by this evening.
“Hey Drew, what can I do for you?” I asked, keeping my voice as pleasant as possible.
It wasn’t going to matter though.
Drew whirled on me. “I want you to stop fucking my wife.”
I paused, blinking as one of the clients nearby gasped. “I don’t know what you think is happening between me and Dee, but it’s nothing. She needed help with her car and I provided that service.”
“That’s not all you’re providing. You fucking asshole. Don’t you dare call her Dee. That’s my wife. She’s mine. She does what I tell her to do. So you forcing her to come in so you can act like the big man with a big cock? No. I had it handled. You don’t need to come into my marriage and try to fuck things up.”
I could barely follow his line of reasoning, and I could scent the whiskey on his breath.
No wonder Dee barely had any money. Drew drank it.
“Let me go get you some coffee, and we can talk this out. But your wife came in with an issue with the car and I fixed it. I know you’re busy, so I was just doing you guys a favor.”
“I don’t need fucking favors from this small-pricked asshole.”
Drew moved forward, fist outstretched. I ducked the first blow but let the second blow hit. I wasn’t going to demean the man completely. Though I wanted to, his kids didn’t deserve the shame.
“No. We’re not going to fucking do this. Not in my place of business.”
“Fuck you. You’re just like the Cages. You think you own everything and you think you’re better than anyone else. You’re going to regret coming on to my wife.”
“Your wife is a friend. And needed help. And so do you, Drew. Come on. Let me get you some coffee.”
Drew threw out his fist, so I ducked, except I ducked the wrong way because Drew slipped. So his fist slammed into my jaw. I blinked, stars dawning between my eyes as I tasted blood. I bit the inside of my damn cheek.
“That’s it. I’m fucking done.” I pinned Drew to the ground as my team ran over, eyes wide.
Allie lowered to her knee. “You want me to call the cops?”
“No, fuck. I don’t know.” I pinched the bridge of my nose as my team helped keep Drew down.
“Weston, are you okay?”
At the sound of that voice, I was damn glad that the others were holding Drew because I staggered back to see Isabella there, eyes bright.
I swallowed the last taste of blood and waved off some of the guys who came looking for me.
“I’m fine. Just dealing with something.”
She looked so damn pale, and I had to wonder exactly what that asshole had done to her.
