Page 116 of The Promise Of Rain
That killed me and stopped me in my tracks.
“Get your fucking hands off her,” I growled, turning my attention to Adam as my hands rolled into fists.
I prowled closer carefully, unable to take a run at him in case I hurt her.
In case he hurt her.
He immediately raised his hands but kept her pinned as he cajoled.“Hey, man.Better you know what she is now than later.”
Jenny gasped, a pained sound that shot adrenaline straight into my fucking veins.
“Back the fuck away from her,” I snarled.
Showing he had at least one working brain cell, Adam stepped back.
Jenny darted behind me, the skirt of a pretty dress I’d never seen before swishing around her shapely legs.
The rough sound of her panting breaths enraged me further.
“Dude.”Adam chuckled nervously.“She was fucking Miller O’Leary, and the guy is married.I saw them together, practically walked in on them.”
He backed up further as I prowled closer.“She had something going on with Baxter Martin when she was with you.She’s just like her mother, man.I’m only looking out for you.”
“Deacon,” Jenny whispered behind me.
“By trying to fuck my girl?”I tilted my head menacingly.“Aren’t you married?”
He offered a shaky smile.“You know how it is.”
“Deacon, please,” she fretted.
I fucking left her unprotected.
Fucking left her drugged on that bed.
Broken-hearted and fighting off the rumours in this fucking town.
Left her battling vandalism, attacks on her business, and an attempted assault.
“Please, Jenny,” I spoke.“Tell me this is the first time this dumb fuck has tried this.”
She was silent behind me.
I turned to face her.
Eyes beseeching, palms raised, she pleaded, “Deacon.”
“Was it him in the staircase?”I barked.
She nodded, a small, terrified sob escaping her trembling lips.
An unholy sound rumbled up from my chest as I closed the space between me and my childhood best friend.
His eyes flew wide as I fisted the front of his shirt and held him out in front of me.
“Take a shot,” I gritted out.
Jenny cried out behind me.
