Page 320 of Hell Hath No Fury
“Not funny.” I clasp my belt.
“Not joking.” He drives us through the opening gates and onto the street. “If it makes you feel better, Luca said it looked platonic. He even spoke to the bartender afterward to get his scope on the situation.”
“And?”
“The guy said the same thing… Well, he actually said Easton looked like he was trying to shoot his shot but got rejected. The conclusion is still the same though. Your girl was faithful.”
But she lied. To my face. With fucking baked good props.
“Who’s to say this is the first time?” I keep my focus on the traffic, but all I see is her. Her shock. Her fear. She’d be frantic trying to get out of those cuffs.
“We’ve kept a close eye on her for months.” Hunter takes a turn, following a location on the car’s GPS. “If she was cheating, I’d know about it.”
Maybe. But that woman is so fucking smart.
“Where’s Luca now?” I ask.
“Still watching the Fed. The guy went home. I assumed that’s where we’re going.”
I don’t bother responding. He’s well aware I need to pay Easton a visit.
I remain quiet while Hunter drives from the wealthy suburbs to those far less palatable. The prick with the grabby hands doesn’t live in squalor, but his ability to provide for Anissa is nothing in comparison to mine.
“What’s the plan?” Hunter asks as he pulls into the curb in front of a small brick house, the garden nonexistent.
The light is on in the front window—Easton’s living room—the glow peeking through the closed curtains. I memorized his floor plan months ago, anticipating the day this asshole would come between me and my woman.
I should’ve killed him back then.
Iwould’veif I’d thought Anissa was capable of forgiving the act.
But now here I am, wishing I could slit his throat and unable to follow through without my fiancée despising me.
“I plan to have a friendly chat.” I unclasp my seat belt. “Message Luca to find out exactly where he’s hiding and tell him to be on standby.”
“On standby for a chat?” Hunter drawls. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
I keep my focus on the house, my palms itching for violence.
“I know I’m not usually one to discourage a bloodbath, but you might want to think this through,” Hunt continues. “Your woman is going to be pissed.”
“Is that what you’d do if Sarah was meeting another guy behind your back?” I shove from the car and slam the door behind me.
Hunter follows. “You’re at breaking point. You’ve been teetering on the edge all week.”
“Teetering?” I scoff and stalk along the drive. “I don’t pay you for advice. Either be the Pitbull I employ you to be or switch positions with Luca.”
“Fuck Luca.” He jogs to catch up as he types into his cell. “All I’m saying is that this is a culmination of your—”
“I don’t want to hear it.” I climb the few steps to Easton’s front door and knock. “Do as I ask or get the fuck out of here.”
“God, you’re a stubborn prick.”
I bite back a reply as footsteps carry from inside. Then the door creaks open.
Easton glowers at me with fake surprise, still dressed in the suit he wore to meet with my fiancée. “What the hell are you doing here, Torian?”
I’d laugh if I wasn’t currently using every ounce of my restraint not to rip his throat out. “I heard you had a secret tryst with my fiancé.”
