Page 93 of Honeymoon Phase
“No!” Dakota and Trista both say in unison, appearing out of nowhere.
“Addison is killing her!” Dakota adds with a gleeful smile as Robyn grips Addison’s wrists, screaming out for her to let go of her hair.
“What the hell?” Matt yells from across the bar and comes tearing over. The minute he presses his hand to Addison’s shoulder and shoves her onto her back, I see red.
“Get your fucking hands off my wife!” I roar, lunging for him.
I grab him by the collar of his suit coat and haul his ass away from the two women on the floor. My body trembles with rage as I nearly lift him up off the ground and march him halfway across the room, his toes racing to keep up with my clipped pace.
“Touch her again and I will break both of your fucking arms,” I grind, dropping him to his feet and pulling him close to my face so he can see how serious I am.
“She was attacking my wife!” Matt shouts back at me, his eyes wide with fear as I tower over him by several inches.
“Your wife started it,” I grind out before launching him away from me, desperate to get some space between us before I pull my fist back and punch him like I’ve always wanted to.
He crashes into the barstools, falling on his ass in the process, which feels almost as good as a punch. This man has been a fucker ever since him and my dad were bidding on the same project years ago until we beat his price and won the job. We had no idea Robyn was married to him until everything blew up, and the fact that these two slimeballs are still together, existing and causing chaos, makes me fucking see red.
“Out!” Judy barks, standing in front of me, her bony finger pointing toward the door.
“Judy,” I begin to argue, trying to soften my tone as I address her.
“Leave now!” she growls back and then points to something behind me. “And take her with you.”
I look back and see Addison standing there, panting heavily. Her hair is a tousled mess and her chest heaves with labored breaths. With a curse, I close the distance between us, frantically inspecting her face and hands to make sure she’s okay, but she refuses to look at me, jerking her hands from mine. My heart lurches when I see that her eyes are red-rimmed, and her chin is trembling. She’s not just angry. She’s hurt.
Fuck.
“You guys know the rules,” Judy continues, clapping her hands and gesturing to the door. “No fighting, damn it. It will kill me if I have to permanently ban you all.”
“She started it,” Addison bites, her tone visceral.
“And I’m ending it,” Judy snaps back. “Go outside and cool down.”
I crack my neck and glance over to see Robyn crying while she picks her hair extensions up off the bar floor. With a heavy sigh, I wrap my arm around Addison to pull her toward the door with me. She shudders under my touch and jerks away to walk herself out of the bar.
As we reach the doorway, Robyn’s voice screams out to us, “White trash cunt.”
And in a flash, Addison turns on her heel and lunges back in Robyn’s direction, but I manage to catch her at the waist, yanking her back against me as she fights with everything she has.
“Come outside with me,” Addison screams, still lunging for Robyn.
“Cool it,” I growl, grunting when her leg connects with my balls as she continues to try to squirm free. When she refuses to stop, I yank her around and bend over to toss her up over my shoulder as she’s kicking and screaming the whole way.
The harsh December air is cold and biting as I crunch my boots over the snow to carry my flailing wife deep into the parking lot. The quietness of the outdoors must bring some semblance of reason back into her mind as she finally stops beating on my back. I lower her to the ground and shove my hair back out of my face to look at her.
“Are you okay, babe?”
“Don’t you babe me!” Roe says, pressing the heels of her hand to my chest and giving me a hearty push. “Don’t you dare babe me. Not now. Noteverafterthat.”
“What are you so mad about?” I ask, glancing over my shoulder when I hear footsteps. Thankfully it’s just my family all coming out to witness the shit show taking place.
“What am I so mad about?” Addison’s eyes are wide as she barks out a hyenic laugh, looking damn near feral under the parking lot light. She glances around and notices we have an audience and hesitates before she replies, because this is an audience who doesn’t know about our secret. An audience who thinks, by all account, this is my real wife.
Her face twists in pain and she begins walking backward away from me, pushing her hair out of her face as she goes.
I move toward her, holding my hand out. “Come on... let’s get in the truck and we can talk about this at home.”
“No,” she croaks, a puff of cold air floating around her lips asher voice betrays her. It guts me to see her like this. She inhales deeply through her nose, her nostrils flaring with determination as she says, “I’m walking.”
