“He divorced you,” he guesses, and she clasps her hands in front of her.
“Yes.” She looks to the side, unable to meet his eyes.
“He was smart.” Her eye twitches. “I’m assuming he made you sign a prenup.”
“I didn’t know what I was signing,” she mumbles.
“None of this is my problem. You don’t matter to me. I thought this was settled the last time you came here.” Remy leans forward. “This is my business.” He points at me. “That is my mate. She will have everything I own. Those are my brothers that you took me away from. They are in my life; anything that Haven doesn’t get, they will. You didn’t make the list of people I love. I have moved on, and I advise you to also.” He steps back.
“I know all about you,” Hunter says, stepping beside Remy. “If you push this, I’ll ruin you. Be thankful for the money you have left because I have the power to take it all away.” Her face turns red, and her eyes widen. “All I have to do is push a few buttons, and the cash will be put in the accounts of other people who would be grateful for it.” Hunter takes his phone out of his pocket, and his fingers move over the screen. “Look.” He holds it in front of her face, and she gasps. “Because of this incident, one of your accounts is empty. Continue to harass Remy or even look at our mate, I’ll do the rest.”
“You—”
“Can.” Hunter tilts his head. “Just did.” I bite my lip as it would be inappropriate to laugh, but Sally doesn’t feel the same.
“Shit. That is brilliant,” she laughs, and Vivian snarls. Atlas and Luca step in front of the rabbit, crossing their arms.
“It’s time for you to leave,” Remy says softly, and she looks around the room. Sally and her mates slide away from the door, but Lawson doesn’t move. His hands are loose beside him, but his claws are out.
“Tell the beast to move and I will,” she grits out.
“Watch your mouth,” I hiss, and move toward Lawson.
“Brother, it’s okay,” Remy says, and grabs my wrist gently.
“She hurt you,” he says roughly.
“Yes.”
“She tried to hit our mate,” Lawson growls.
“Hunter didn’t let her.” Remy urges me behind him as he moves close to him. “She’s safe. Vivian can’t hurt me anymore.” He holds his hands out slowly and places them on Lawson’s shoulders. “We won’t let her hurt our mate.”
“What’s wrong with him?” Vivian says snidely. “He can’t control himself.” Remy hisses over his shoulder. I gasp as Bane lunges forward and wraps his hand around her throat.
“I don’t hurt women,” he rumbles, flexing his fingers. “I’ll make an exception with you.”
“I’ll go,” she whispers. “Please.”
“Bane, let her go,” Lawson says, rolling his shoulders, and Remy drops his hands. He retracts his claws. “I’m fine.”
“You sure?” Bane asks.
“Yes.” Lawson moves toward me and picks up my hand. “She needs to leave.” Bane releases her, and she inhales sharply, rubbing her neck.
“Goodbye, Vivian,” Remy says firmly, opening one of the doors. She stares at him for a moment before moving slowly past him. She pauses. “Remember everything we said.” She walks away, and he steps out of the room. He stares toward the front of the restaurant for a moment before returning and shutting the door. “What were you thinking?” he says, grinning.
“She was defending her mates,” Sally says, pushing between Atlas and Luca. “The family is never dull.”
“She was being mean,” I mumble, and Lawson holds my arm out.
“At the cost of your hand,” he says.
“It doesn’t feel good.” I stare at the quickly forming bruises.
“I bet,” Sally snorts.
“What hurts worse is that my mushrooms are cold.” I look at the table, and Hunter chuckles.
