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“The fuck it isn’t,” I fired back. “You didn’t love me back then, and you sure as fuck don’t love me now. And let’s not even talk about trust.”
“Fox-”
“Was I just convenient dick?” I asked scornfully. “The town was still sleepy because of summer, so the odds were on my side? Is that it?” Not giving her a chance to answer, I kept going, purging all the ugly that’s festered inside me all these years. “What about now? Did you just need a good dicking, and you knew what I could do for you?”
“Fuck you,” she hissed, finally letting some emotion out. “It was either be with you and forget justice for my brother or leave you and finish what I started.” Her chest was heaving, and rage was firing from her eyes. “I chose my brother.”
“Without giving me the chance to choose you!” I thundered. “But you didn’t need me, did you? You had your dead brother’s memory to fight for, and you had Saxton for every-fucking-thing else.” Even though I knew better, wrath was an ugly thing. “Are you sure you’re not fucking him? Because why wouldn’t you be?”
My face jerked sideways with the force of her slap, and the sting radiated all over my face. However, because she was Kincaid Black, that wasn’t the end of it. Before anyone could get to her, a fist came next, and the power behind it was proof enough that August hadn’t stood a chance against her.
“You motherfucker!” she screamed as Saxton wrapped his arms around her waist to haul her back.
Suddenly, everyone was in motion, the guys standing in front of me, the girls surrounding Kincaid in a poor attempt to control her. If it weren’t for Saxton holding her captive, she’d be kicking my ass.
“Babe-”
“No!” she yelled. “He can be hurt, and he can be angry, but he can’t talk to me that way!” Her face was pure unadulterated fury, and the girl had never looked so fucking beautiful. “He doesn’t get to make our friendship ugly! He doesn’t get to talk about you that way! Especially, in front of your fucking wife!”
That last part stopped whatever my anger had been about to do next.
Kincaid was right.
This was our shitshow, and it’d been a dick move to bring Saxton and Hastings into it.
Taking a deep breath, the sting of my face still smarting, I looked over at Hastings. “That was uncalled for, and I apologize.” Her eyes just widened with uncertainty. No one knew what to do, and I didn’t blame them.
Kincaid was turning me into someone that I wasn’t, and it was time to regroup.
Glancing around the room, I said, “If any of you need me for anything, you got my number.” I made it a point to look at Saxton next. “Whatever it is.” Then looking at the girl who was the worst thing that has ever happened to me, I said, “As for you, if I never see you again, it’ll be too soon.” If I hadn’t been paying attention to her so closely, I would have missed how Saxton’s arms tightened around her, supporting her in a way that made me want to beg for forgiveness for that nastiness.
That was enough of a sign to get me the hell out of her condo. I turned, headed towards the door, and there wasn’t even enough left in me to slam the goddamn door.
As soon as I was in the elevator, I dialed Joshua. “Hey, Fox,” he greeted.
“Busy this weekend?”
“Just living the life,” he replied easily.
“Want some company?” I asked. “I can catch a flight tonight.”
“Hell, yeah,” he whooped excitedly. “It’s been too long.”
“I’ll let you know when I’ve checked into a hotel-”
“Bullshit,” he interrupted. “You’ll stay with me.”
I was already out of the building, clicking the key fob to unlock my car. “Dude, I know your girl is living with you-”
“We have a spare room, Fox,” he kept going. “Marley is not going to mind. She’s eager to meet you. After all, you are Fox Harrington.” He chuckled at my notoriety. “I mean, I’m impressed.”
Once I was safely seated in my car, I let out a deep breath. “You’re a dick,” I told him, adding a bit of mirth to my voice, doing my best not to take my anger out on my best friend.
“Yeah, I miss you, too,” he replied cheekily. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”
“Yeah, okay.” I hung up before I couldn’t fake it anymore. He’d get the full story soon enough, so there was no need to get into it now.
Starting my car, I pulled away from the curb, and the shit thing of it was that I knew Kincaid was up there, handling it all like a pro, while I was headed to the airport because I needed some fucking room to breathe.
Still, that wasn’t even the worst of it.
The worst of it would come later when I wasn’t incensed anymore. The worst of it would come later after I’ve calmed down. The worst of it would come later when the hurt was no longer distracting me.
The worst of it would come when I went crawling back to her.
