“Yeah, we both knew that wouldn’t happen.”
“Because you can’t accept that someone would want anyone else but you.”
“More like I refuse to let someone I care about being deceived and hurt. Fuck, D, if she loved you I would have backed off, no questions asked, but she even told me she didn’t have a choice shortly after she found out.” He slams on the brakes so hard that I slide forward, almost slamming into the barrier, but manage catch myself just in time.
“When the fuck did you see her, then?”
Shrugging, “After someone came to see me, concerned that you were going to hurt her. I reached out to her.”
“How, I had everything of hers monitored.”
“That’s for me to know.” I laugh out loud.
“I’ll find out.”
“You won’t.”
“What did you do?”
“Man, don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answers to.” I laugh as he bolts out of the driver’s seat and yanks the door open, pulling me out to stand in front of him.
“Fucking tell me.”
“Okay, but you asked for it.” I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself as I laugh. “I set a job up for her, surprised her there, then I told her to leave her phone, we left, talked… and whatever.” I can’t stop the smirk on the last word.
It doesn’t matter if you’re expecting it, if you’re egging it on, whenever you’re punched in the gut you can’t help but groan. But then I laugh because I see how I’ve gotten to him.
“You fucked my wife?” He shouts in my face.
“No.” I can’t help but cough out, still laughing to myself, though. “Technically, I fucked your fiancé, at least at that point. It wasn’t until recently that I fucked your wife.”
“You’re going to rot in fucking prison.”
“Yeah?” I laugh again. “Doesn’t matter. You’re never going to fucking get her back.”
“We’ll just see about that.”
“Trust me, D. You’ll be lucky if you ever lay eyes on her again. The club will keep her safe. And get revenge for this.”
“I’m going to make sure that you’ll never see the light of day again.”
“Go ahead.” I look down at him. “I’ll sleep sound as fuck knowing that you’ll never touch her again, and playing your wedding day, on repeat, in my mind until I die.”
I’m assuming that he understands what I’m saying by how red his face turns.
“I mean, at least one of us got laid that day.”
I cough out a second time as he lands a second punch to my gut. He glares at me, but I can see him balling his fist up again.
The tires crunch behind the car as they come to a stop. “Whoa!” I recognize Elias’s voice as he shouts, running up, pulling Darren back from me.
“Hit me one more time and see what fucking happens.” I seethe out at him.
“You…” He points at me shouting, moving towards me again, but being pulled away once more.
I can’t help but laugh this time. “Just because I smell like your wife’s pussy on me doesn’t mean I won’t hit back.”
His nostrils flare and his face turns red as he breaks out of the grasp that the man had him in as he rushes me again, but I wait, patiently, plotting in the brief seconds my moves.
