Page 89 of Shattered Union

"Leeane, Marie got what she deserved. Turn around and leave. Go home. Save yourself the embarrassment," Ava says through gritted teeth. Her eyes look wild, and she's glaring at the bitch.

Leeane laughs. "Embarrassment? The only one that should be embarrassed is you. I mean, you can't even keep a man. You're so fucking boring he came to me."

Ava's face flames as she stares at the bitch. God, what a cunt.

"Lee," a smartly dressed man says, coming to stand beside her. "Leave her be."

"Dickhead," Freddie growls. "Take two fucking steps backward, now."

"Freddie don't, he's not worth it," Ava says, standing beside him, placing her hand on his chest.

The guy looks between Ava and Freddie. "God, you really are a fucking bitch, Ava. You're fucking him already."

"Watch who you're fucking talking to..." Freddie growls.

The entire pub is silent, watching, waiting, all of them knowing that something could go off at any minute.

"Where's the pathetic bitch? Licking her wounds," Leeane comments. "Did the Gards make her cry today," she mocks with a smile on her face.

My gaze goes to the beautiful woman descending the stairs, her eyes firmly on the scene playing out in front of us.

"You got something to say, Leeane, at least be a fucking woman and say it to my face." The anger in Callie's voice has me tensing. Fuck, I've never seen her like this before.

The colour drains from Leeane's face and I smile. Good fucking cunt. "You're here?"

Callie stands beside Ava and Freddie, her arms crossed over her chest as she leans against the bar. "You can call the Gards all you like, reporting fake shit about me, but nothing is going to change. You're always going to be a fucking whore no one respects."

"Hear, hear," is chanted throughout the pub. Seems like Leeane has made a lot of enemies.

"You're pregnant. Fuck, this is a joke. You're calling me a whore?" the bitch sneers.

What does my woman do? She smiles brightly as she presses her hand against her beautiful bump. "Difference between me and you, Leeane. I know who the father is. Same can't be said for you. I mean, it could be one of fifty, right?"

"You fucking bitch," Leeane hisses, she's losing steam and fast. There's no way she's going to win against Callie. She's up against the wrong person. It's clear to see there's history between these two women already and I'm guessing my woman has come out on top before.

"Go home, Leeane, no one wants you here," Ava comments with a smirk.

The crazy bitch barks out a laugh. "No, get it straight. No one wants you, Ava, that's why Andrew came to me."

"Get the fuck off me, Stephen," Callie growls, and I notice Stephen has his hand around Callie's chest, holding her tightly against him. She's clawing at his hands, dying to get loose so she can attack the fucking bitch.

"Oh, honey," Ava says sarcastically. "You can have my sloppy seconds. He ain't that good, trust me, I know."

Andrew's face reddens at her words. "You're a lazy lay, Ava. Fucking useless."

"I hear all about it," Leeane comments. "How useless you are and how great it was for him to finally have someone who knows how to use their mouth."

It happens so fast. Stephen releases Callie as Freddie lunges for Andrew. The silence that falls over the pub is deafening. God, it's as though no one's breathing as we wait for what's about to happen.

Freddie grabs the back of Andrew's head and smashes it against the table, instantly knocking the pansy arse bastard out. While Callie steps forward, cocks her arm back and lets loose. Her fist smashes into Leeane's face, bone crunches as it connects with her jaw. Leeane falls to the floor in a daze.

"Good luck using that mouth again, you fucking cunt," Callie snaps. Her chest heaving.

My dick tightens in my pants. Fuck me, this is a side to Callie I have never seen, one that is fucking hot as fuck.

"Shame she can't keep her fucking legs closed either," a woman shouts, causing laughter to erupt from the peanut gallery.

Callie crouches down so she's at Leanne's level. "I fucking warned you, bitch, you don't mess with my family. You don't fucking talk to Ava like that, ever," she hisses as she snaps her hand around the cunt’s throat. "But trying to ruin my business." She shakes her head. "You're really fucking thick, aren't you?"

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