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“Belinda.” She smiled like she wasn’t the least bit offended he didn’t remember her name.
“That’s right.” He snapped his fingers.
That was when I noticed he still wore his wedding ring.
“I’m glad I’ve run into you,” Liam continued. “I want back in the ring. And death fighting only.”
Hades exchanged a look with me.
Belinda threw up her arm and cheered.
“What happened with Annabella?” I asked.
“Who?” Liam asked, being a dick on purpose.
“Your wife.” Both of my hands tightened into fists because I was livid he disrespected her like that. He was out catching tail, and she was home, probably worried about him. “Did you guys have a fight? What’s going—”
“Excuse us for a moment.” Hades grabbed me by the arm and pulled me out of earshot. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“What?” I asked, completely lost.
“Unless she left him, which I doubt, he’s still married…and he’s about to cheat on his wife.”
“Yes…which is why I’m about to beat his ass.”
“Let him.”
I cocked an eyebrow.
“Let him,” he repeated. “Let him destroy his marriage.”
I stared into his face, finally understanding how I should play this.
“This is exactly what you want. He fucks this woman, and it’s over. We know Anna won’t stick around after that.”
I glanced at Liam, who returned to his cozy conversation with Belinda. His arm moved around her waist, and he leaned down and kissed her, groping her right in the bar like no one else was there. It made me see red.
“Problem solved.”
“And I’m just supposed to leave and pretend I didn’t see anything?”
“Exactly. He’s not gonna remember that conversation we just had.”
“But I will…”
Hades narrowed his eyes on my face. “Please don’t tell me you’re gonna try to stop him.”
“It’ll devastate her.”
“Not your problem.”
“It is my problem,” I snapped.
“Even if you stop him, you aren’t doing her any favors.” He pulled out his phone and started to record Liam making out with the woman while groping her ass. “Getting Liam home and cleaning up his mess is even worse, and you know it. He’s gonna cheat. And even if you stop him now, the damage is done. Let him dig his own grave.” When he got plenty of video, he returned the phone to his pocket.
“What are you going to do with that?”
“Nothing. But it’s evidence if we need it.”
I turned back to Liam and watched him stick his tongue down the woman’s throat. “I can’t just leave…”
Hades sighed.
“It’s one thing to tell her he was gonna cheat, instead of her having to listen to what Liam did with this woman in the back seat of his car. Far less painful. And I want to rip out his eyeballs and tongue with my bare hands.”
“I can understand that part.” He clapped me on the back before he walked away. “Have fun.”
I turned back to the bar and returned to Liam.
He didn’t even notice me.
“Belinda.”
She turned at the sound of my voice.
“Leave,” I commanded. “Now.”
Liam tightened his grip. “Get your own. Are you still with that sexy model?”
I punched him so hard in the face, he landed on the surface of the bar.
No one blinked an eye over the confrontation because bar fights were a dime a dozen.
Belinda bolted.
Liam took a second to recover from the unexpected hit. He gripped the edge of the bar and righted himself, his face already bruised. He turned back to me, the rage brewing. “You want to die, asshole?”
I grabbed the back of his head and slammed his face into the bar, making his nose explode with blood. “You sneak out of the house and fuck some other woman when your wife is asleep? That’s the kind of piece of shit you are?” I slammed his face down again.
Blood got everywhere and dripped to the floor.
He righted himself and turned to me, blood streaking down his chin. “I’m the piece of shit? At least I don’t say another woman’s name in bed…”
I was about to hit him again when I changed my mind. I heard what he said, let it sink down into my bones. Beating him bloody wasn’t fair when he was this intoxicated anyway. I’d like to beat him at his own game—and destroy him. “What are you talking about?”
He grabbed his glass of scotch and poured it down his face to clear off the blood. Then he wiped away the liquid with his forearm. “She came and screamed out some other asshole’s name. Fucking bitch…” He leaned over the bar and rested his head on his arms, breathing through the painful memory and the beating I just gave him.
I moved to the spot beside him, where Belinda had been. My palms started to sweat because I suspected I knew what name she’d said, what she’d shouted when she was screwing her husband. Maybe he was between her legs, but I was the one making her writhe.
