Page 16 of Alec’s Dream

Not to mention Alec had a few questions for his friend, Jonny.

“What she’d decide?” Jonny cut straight to it when Alec approached.

“Cut him loose.”

Doug’s mouth curved up into a smug, satisfied smile and Alec wanted nothing more than to wipe the arrogance off his face.

“Told you that—”

“I’d be real careful, what comes out of your mouth next,” Jonny warned.

“You’ve got to be joking. This asshole butts into my business with my wife and you tell me to be careful? What the fuck?” Doug complained.

“She is not your wife,” Alec rebuffed. “Hasn’t been for three years. Though the way you fucked your way through the female population of Kent County while her ring was on your finger and you were legally bound to her, I don’t suppose you ever took the whole wife thing seriously. Not in the years you had her, and most certainly not since she divorced your ass.”

“You don’t know—”

“As far as me butting into your business,” Alec continued as though Doug hadn’t tried to interrupt, “what you need to understand is from here on out, Macy’s my business. And what that means to you is, I’m not butting into anything, I’m gonna crawl up your ass so deep you’re gonna feel me in your throat. You fuck with her, I’ll fuck back. You fuck with your kids, you answer to me. Told you once what will happen to you if I ever catch you in her face again. Now, I’m gonna explain what’s gonna happen if you fuck with her kids—”

“My kids.” Doug’s wannabe growl sounded more like a puppy yapping so Alec just shook his head.

“Macy’s kids.” Alec leaned in close and Doug flinched. “I see you don’t have the first fucking clue what it means to be a father. You fucking with their mother was the first indication. You not bothering to pay child support, was another. You dragging Caleb and Rory into whatever fucked-up game you’re playing is a flashing neon sign. So I’ll warn you, you keep this shit up with her kids, using them as pawns, you won’t be choking on your bicuspids because I’ll knock your head clean off your shoulders.”

Being the stupid fuck he was, Doug decided to square off instead of taking Alec’s warnings as the gospel they were.

Dumbfuck.

“You have no idea who you’re fucking with. You think because you’re fucking the bitch you can get in my face, you are wrong. She’s mine. She’s always been mine. And she’ll always be mine. If I wanted her stupid ass back in my bed, all it would take is a smile and few promises and she’d happily spread her legs. Always did. And now that she’s finally dropped the twenty extra pounds her fat ass was carrying, I just might have a mind for another go.”

Before Alec could plant his fist is the fucker’s face, he caught a flash of brown hair flying past him, right before Doug was tackled to the ground.

Macy wasn’t fucking around. She wasn’t bitch-slapping her ex-douchebag—though that would’ve been funny— the woman had balled up her fists and was whaling on his face.

Alec stood by a few beats, allowing her to get her due before he wrapped his arms around her middle and hauled her off Doug. Once he had her settled on her feet behind him, he turned to check the damage.

Blood dripping from both the fucktard’s nose and lip and a nice cut near his left eye.

“Well, I think that about settles things.” Alec chuckled. “Jonny, you good?”

Jonny looked beyond Alec to his ex-sister-in-law, a small smile in place when he said, “Yeah, I’m good.”

“What the fuck?” Doug sat up and spat blood before he licked his bottom lip. “I want her arrested.”

Alec braced and tried to keep Macy from going another round with her ex.

“For what?” Jonny asked.

“She fucking assaulted me,” Doug shouted.

“She did? The way I see it, that was delayed self-defense.”

“You’re fucking joking?” Doug whined. “I’m your brother. This bitch means nothing to you.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. Macy means something to me. Fucking kills me, brother, but I tried. Tried to get your shit straight, tried to help you mend your family, tried to get you help, tried a hundred things a hundred different times and you cannot stop being a dick. This shit…no…just no, Doug. You’ve gone too far. We’re done.”

“Done? What the fuck?”

“I can’t even look at you.” The words sounded painful for Jonny to say and I knew just how much when he looked at Macy and didn’t hide the hurt. “Word of advice, press charges. He comes near you, harasses you, steps foot on your property when it’s not his weekend, you call nine-one-one. This has to end for you, Macy.”