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“We’re here for you,” Chelsea echoed. “Let us be there for you because trust me, running and hiding only makes things worse. As does pushing the people you care about away when you need them the most.”
Sugar was silent for a few moments and I looked at her. “Do you want me to—”
“No, I need to do this,” she replied with a thankful smile.
And then she started at the beginning.
“You sure you wanna do this?” Optimus asked as we walked along the street looking for the house that night. The street lights were on, but they gave an eerie vibe to the upper-class suburb.
That was the thing about rich people. While we hung our flaws and who were like a flag for everyone to see, unashamed of whether people would judge us, these people kept their secrets, and their demons locked up tightly in their perfect homes and perfectly manicured lawns. They had shit to hide, each and every one of them, and the thing about secrets—they all came out eventually.
“This one,” I said, pointing to the house. It was basically what I’d expect, dramatic, modern, overdone.
Blizzard and Optimus walked behind me as we made our way up the path.
After hearing Sugar once again explain her story today—my mind a lot clearer this time as I listened to the details of her past, the trauma she went through just to feel like she was a normal person, and then the betrayal—it all was like a kick in the fucking gut.
The information I’d found on him was little. My guess being that his parents were so desperate to hide the fact that they’d raised a psychopath that they’d done everything they could to have things like medical records and testimonies destroyed. He was their golden child, the only one they’d been able to have after years and years of trying. He had to be the one to take over the family business that they’d fought so hard to create, to keep their name in the spotlight and their brand strong. I hated to tell them though, he may be a great businessman, but he was also a fucking criminal. Not exactly the person who I’d want representing my family name.
We stood at the front door, and I raised my fist, knocking as hard as I could. I wanted him to know I was here and I wanted him to know I wasn’t fucking happy.
Understatement.
I was actually feeling pretty damn stabby.
The door pulled open and I got my first look at this bastard. He was dressed in a suit, even though it was nine p.m. and it didn’t look like he was going out. Maybe he just liked to feel important.Fuck that.
“Peter Davenport I assume,” I asked through gritted teeth. At least he had the decency to look a little nervous as his eyes flicked between my brothers and me.
“And you are?”
He knew who we were, but I’d play along.
“Name’s Wrench. That’s Blizzard, and this is Optimus.” I smirked. “You might know him from such places as the man who impregnated your wife.”
Blizzard chuckled under his breath while Op just snorted and rolled his eyes.
Peter pursed his lips, he didn’t like being looked down on or made to feel inferior.
“That must make you the man who got his seconds, huh?” he shot back, but I was already prepared for it and just laughed.
“We’re one big family you know… love is love and all that shit.”
His knuckles turned white as he gripped the doorframe. I couldn’t tell if he wanted to throw a punch at me, or if he was preparing to run.
I wasn’t here to pick a fight, though. I was here to lay down the fucking law in hopes that if he saw how strong we were, that he’d run crying back to momma. I was probably dreaming. Men like him didn’t just back down, and if I had to use force I fucking would, but at least he couldn’t say we didn’t warn him. I was going to enjoy seeing him shit his pants, payback for making my woman afraid of her own mind every day for as long as he had his claws in her.
“What do you want?” he finally asked, standing his ground and pushing his shoulders back. “You better make it quick before I call the police.”
“You know what, you should do that. I wonder how they’d feel about things like kidnapping,” I said, lowering my voice and leaning in. “Here’s your warning… I would fucking listen. Fucking leave her alone.”
His jaw ticked. “She’s my wife. I’ll do what I think is best for her.”
“You obviously didn’t get the hint when the day you got married she took off for six fucking years,” Blizzard said sarcastically from behind me. “Pregnant with another man’s child, might I add.”
I grinned. “You hurt her once, but I won’t fucking let you do it again.”
“She needed my help,” he protested. “I helped her!”
