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ROMAN
"There you are," Locky says, stepping into the room and quickly closing the door behind him.
"I believe the greeting you're looking for is,Honey, I'm home. Isn't that right, Joey?"
I look down at the little fella, who I'm holding in my palm, and yeah, he totally backs me up with a nod. "Whoa," I whisper. "Breakthrough moment for us, little dude. I think we're finally friends."
Locky's eyes shift between me and the kitten a few times. "Should I be worried?"
"Nah. You're just witnessing the start of a beautiful friendship," I say, carefully placing the little fella back down again. I stroke him with my thumb. Correction, heletsme stroke him with my thumb before sauntering away into the corner and curling himself into a ball to drift off to sleep.
I did it. I finally made progress with Joey. I'm smiling big, but my good mood dies the second I take a proper look at Locky. "What's happened?"
He lets out a tired sigh. "Bailey happened."
Immediately, anger rises within me, and that's before I find out what the dickhead has done to Locky. I try to rein in my temper. Don't want to scare the little ones. Or Locky, for that matter.
Thankfully, I've finished feeding the kittens and completed poop patrol, too.
"Come on," I say to Locky. "Let's get out of here."
We walk the short distance from the building to the house in silence. I keep glancing over at him, trying to get a read on his mood. All I can see is that he looks like he's been through the wringer, but that doesn't tell me shit about why. Or what specifically Bailey has done to him.
No matter what he tells me, I have to try to stay calm. Yeah. I don't like my chances. I was already overprotective of Locky before we had sex.
But now?
Now I'll tear that motherfucker ex's limbs off one at a time if I find out he's done anything to my Locky.
Yes, I'm aware I called himmyLocky.
No, I'm not going to walk that back.
It is what it is.
I may not be able to have him in real life, but in my head, we're already married and raising so many kitties together we're giving Fulton a run for his money as the cat daddy champion of Brookhaven.
But back to the real world.
We step inside and head for the living room. Locky’s messenger bag is on the floor, tipped over with shit spilling out of it, his coat is draped over the back of the couch, and vet magazines and paperwork from the clinic are scattered all over the table. I'm sure I tidied the place before leaving for work this morning.
We sit down at opposite ends of the same couch. Locky folds his legs underneath himself. I cross my leg, resting an ankle over my knee.
"Take your time," I say in what I hope is a calm tone. "And you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to."
"Thanks." Averting his gaze, Locky takes a deep breath and says, "Bailey wants the house and he's prepared to release intimate videos he recorded of me without my knowledge or consent as blackmail to get it."
Stay calm. Stay calm. Stay calm.
"Please tell me you're kidding."
Locky looks at me and smiles sadly. "Wish I were."
I pound my fist into my palm without consciously realizing that's what I'm doing until I notice Locky watching me. I stop. "Sorry. Reflex… What are you going to do?"
"Lawyer up, I s'pose. I'd been hoping we could avoid going down this path, that we could reach an amicable agreement ourselves. Appears not. I spoke with Noah today. Haze's aunt is apparently a pit bull of a lawyer, so he's going to get me a meeting with her."
"I am so sorry you're going through this."
