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I’m genuinely shocked that he’s agreeing to take on another man’s children. For just a second, it makes me question if this white knight act of his is legit or not.
No, no—of course it’s not. There’s an ulterior motive at play here. I just haven’t figured it out yet.
“Paige—”
I stop listening to him the moment I hear the subtle shoosh of the door.
Anthony has his back to the entrance. He has no clue death’s shadow is looming over him. “Baby, if you’ll just—”
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Misha growls.
Anthony jerks around. He still has my hand clasped between both of his, but he takes one look at Misha and drops it. His shoulders square and he pulls himself up to full height. But his fingers are trembling and he takes an instinctive step back.
“I… You… Paige is not safe with you,” he stammers. “I’ve come to—”
“On second thought, I retract my question. I don’t give a flying fuck why you’re here. I believe I made it clear to you last time we spoke that you were not to come within a mile of my wife ever again.”
Wait. What? “Last time we spoke”?
“She almost died today,” Anthony continues. I’m impressed that he’s holding his ground in light of the expression on Misha’s face. If looks could kill, Anthony would have died a thousand deaths by now. “I can make sure she’s safe. She’s never going to be in danger with me.”
Misha moves forward, murdering Anthony’s words on his tongue. He grabs my ex by the scruff of his collar and drags him out of my room like he weighs nothing at all.
“Paige!” Anthony yells, his feet kicking cartoonishly in the air. “Wait. I need—”
I don’t care about Anthony for a second, but I don’t want Misha going anywhere with him. I want him to stay here with me.
“Misha!” I exclaim, struggling to get out of bed.
Misha turns his darkened silver gaze on me. “Stay there,” he orders. “I’ll be back. He, on the other hand, will not.”
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MISHA
“You’ve got balls on you, I’ll give you that,” I snarl. “More than I would’ve guessed.”
Anthony lands on the hard tile with a dull, ungainly thump of a sound that works perfectly as an overall description of him as a person.
The nurses in the ward take in the scene with mouths agape, but when they catch sight of the fury radiating off me in toxic waves, they wisely do their best to ignore us.
“Listen—”
“No.” I don’t shout, but my voice carries across to blanket every inch of the circular room. Anthony falls silent at once. “This is the part whereyoulisten. I told you in no uncertain terms to stay away from my wife. For some reason, you thought I was joking.”
“I—”
I hold up my hand and he falls silent again. He’s made no attempt to get up off the floor. Good. He’s where he belongs. At my feet. Groveling for his miserable fucking life.
“Now, you’re going to learn why it’s important to listen the first time.”
I lean down, haul him up by his shirt, and headbutt him so hard I hear the cartilage of his nose snap under the force.
Blood gushes down his face. Instantly, he’s choking on it.
“You are very lucky we’re in a hospital,” I say. “That might give you a fighter’s chance at surviving what I’m about to do to you.”
I raise a fist to continue down the path we’ve started. I’m just about to knock him unconscious when I hear the door behind me open.
