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“I know you can read, Vicki. What do you think it is?” I tucked my shirt into my slacks.
“I’m not signing this.” She threw them at me.
“Humor me.” I popped my collar and got my tie into place. “Why not?”
“We’ve been together since middle school.”
“Not by choice.” I pinned her with my glare. “You pushed yourself on me and pushed out anyone who was interested.”
“I didn’t see you fighting?” She rocked her head. “The amount you are offering as a maintenance is enough to pay rent.”
“I know.” Tilting my head, I smiled. “Get a job.”
“Fuck. You.”
“It’s done, Victoria.” I finished tying my tie and straightened it out. “I’m done with the bullshit. Manipulation. Spending. Partying.”
“I’ll see you in hell before I give you a divorce.” She sneered, whipped around, and knocked Dillon over.
He fell backwards, hitting his head on the carpeted floor, and wailed.
“For fuck’s sake!” I snapped and pushed her out of my way.
Bending over, I scooped up my son and felt her punch my back.
“I fucking hate you!” She hit me again. “You’re pathetic!”
“Don’t make me call 911.” I moved my hand over his head, feeling for bumps.
“That’s right. You cave under any pressure.” She hit me again and then kicked my knee dropping me to the floor.
I held on to Dillon tight shielding him.
“You cried when that brat was born. And he’s not even yours!” She stormed down the hall, and I heard glass breaking as she knocked pictures off the wall.
Getting up, I went into the bedroom, put my shoes on, and then covered Dillon with a thick blanket to take him out of the apartment.
“Sign the papers. Don’t sign the papers. Whatever.” I glared at her. “You can be served just as easy.”
“You can’t take him.” She reached for the blanketed boy.
“The hell I can’t.”
“He’s. Not. Yours.” She laughed. “Doesn’t even look like you!”
“Good-bye, Victoria.” I opened the front door, and she jumped on my back, clawing my face and screeching.
“You want him? You want some other guy’s kid? Pay me!”
I set Dillon down in the hallway as best I could, then reached for her. “Knock this shit off!”
Twisting my body, I drove her into the doorjamb. I spun around when she let go and my hand grabbed her throat.
“Last I knew, I’m the father listed on that damn piece of paper. The boy. Is. Mine. Rent on this apartment is paid until the end of the month. You have two weeks to get the hell out of it. I will have you served with the papers and the next time I see your face will be in court.”
Her face turned as red as a tomato.
“Fuck. Off.” I growled. “Blink if you understand how this is going to go.”
