Page 184 of Dear #47, You're the Worst
“What, for standing up to her?” I smile up at him. “You don’t have to thank me for that.”
“Yeah, I do.”
“It’s just the cost of doing business.” I push up on my tiptoes, kissing him gently. “You’re worth it. Trust me.”
He slides his hand along my jaw. “What did I do to deserve you?”
“Just lucky, I guess,” I tease. I decide not to tell him about the vague threat Darla issued. He’d only be more upset about it if he knew. I’ll definitely tell the Havoc’s security team about it when we get back to Seattle, though.
Hunter throws an arm around my waist as we exit the arena. We’re walking to the team bus when Alex Thorne appears beside us, his expression grim.
“Huxley, we need to talk. Your mother just cornered me and asked me to give you this.”
He hands Hunter an envelope. Even from a distance, I can see Darla’s careful handwriting.
Hunter’s jaw ticks. He takes the envelope, and without opening it, tears it in half.
“If she approaches you again, call security,” Hunter says.
“Already done. I’ve alerted building management too. She’s not welcome at our facilities.” Thorne hesitates. “I’m just making sure you’re both all right.”
I hug Hux’s waist. “We’re fine. Mrs. Huxley has just realized that we’ve cut off her oxygen supply, so she’s making her death rattle extra dramatic. It should be over soon.”
After Thorne leaves, Hunter looks at me with something raw in his expression. “I can’t keep doing this. She’s never going to stop. Not unless someone makes her stop.”
“What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking it’s time to let the lawyers handle it. Criminal charges, restraining order, all of it.”
I study his face. I can see the exhaustion there, but also the resolve.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. She threatened you tonight just by being here. She’s harassing my teammates. This ends now.”
I bite my lip. “I didn’t mention this, but she did actually threaten me.”
“She what?!” He grips me and looks at me, eyes scanning my face. “What did she say?”
“She said something about saving you the heartache and making me disappear. It was really vague and hand-wavy.”
“I’ll kill her,” he hisses. His entire face is a dark thundercloud. “I’ll fucking kill her. I swear to god.”
“Baby.” I put my hand on his chest, imploring. “Don’t freak out. I wasn’t even going to mention it to you because her threat made me laugh. I’m only telling you because I think it could be the ammunition you need for a restraining order.”
He wraps a hand around the base of my neck and hauls me against his chest. “You’re goddamn right I’m going to get a fucking restraining order. I’m going to bury her so deep in legal shit that she’ll never get out. She can’t just threaten you and think I won’t react.”
“She wants your reaction. If you call her and tell her off, she’s just going to threaten me anytime she wants attention.”
A growl sounds deep in his chest. “Fuck her.”
I let him console himself by holding me close for a few more seconds. Then someone yells for us to get on the bus. We hurry to climb aboard, but Hunter is in caveman mode. He makes me sit on his lap and won’t even let me talk to Jett when his brother tries to tease me for being too needy.
“Fuck off!” Hux grates, pulling me further into his lap and cradling my head close to his chest. “No one talks to us for the rest of the night.”
Because I know he’s a wounded animal, I stay close, not resisting his possessiveness. He needs to protect me today, and I need him to feel satisfied by that.
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