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“I’ll put you six feet under before you even touch a hair on her head,” Dario snarls, his tone making my heart skitter and my breath quicken. He’s angry. He’s still not over what happened with Marco and Robert, so Kelvin joking about killing me was never going to go down well.
“Why am I not surprised you’re here? You’re always fucking around Portia,” Kelvin sneers. He’s antagonizing him, and it’s pushing on my last nerve.
“That’s ‘cause she’s mine. Something you need to get through your thick skull,” Dario snaps, and I know that he’s done. He won’t tolerate any more from Kelvin. I need this shit to stop. Now.
“Enough,” I hiss. “God, why do you two always push me too far? You’re both assholes.”
“He shouldn’t be so jealous,” Kelvin says with a laugh. “We were just talking. Just as I was with Teagan and Inessa. You don’t see their husbands being arseholes.”
Oh my god, what is wrong with him? Why is he pushing me and Dario too far? Does he have a death wish?
I turn to Dario just in time to see him pull his arm back. He lets it fly, smashing his fist into Kelvin’s nose. The crunch is loud enough to make people close by wince. Blood pours from Kelvin’s nostrils, and he curses as he tries to stop the bleeding.
“Christ,” I cry. “What the fuck, Dario?”
“Exactly,” he snaps. “What the fuck is this fucker’s problem? Why is he always flirting? He knows you’re mine.”
“Seriously?” I shout, wanting to run my hands through my hair and cry in frustration. “This is what you do? Break his nose?”
“Better than killing him, right? I don’t think you’d forgive me for that,” he says with a smirk.
My anger rises to breaking point. Why do they not understand the untenable position they’re putting me in? I snap my fist in Dario’s face, thankfully not breaking anything, and his head whips to the side. He stares at me, confusion in his eyes.
I hear Kelvin’s muffled laughter, and I spin around and turn on him. “And you,” I hiss. “I told you to stop the shit. Why are you always shit-stirring?”
He grins, blood still dripping from his nose. “It’s too fucking easy.”
“What?” I snap. “You think this is funny?”
He pulls his hand away from his face and holds his hands up in the air. “It is. He’s always around you.”
Once again, I snap my fist, this time punching Kelvin in the nose. “That’s because he’s my husband, you asshole,” I shout.
My chest is rising, and I feel as though I’m about to break down. I need to get the hell out of here. I turn to the girls. “I’ll be in touch about our girl’s night,” I say, giving them a tight smile before leaving the main ballroom.
“Baby,” Dario calls out, and I come to a stop. His hands slide around my waist, and he pulls me into him. “What’s going on?”
I collapse into his chest, and I’m unable to stop the tears from falling. “I’m so sick of the shit. You both can’t get along and it’s too much for me.”
“I’ll stop,” he promises me, pressing a kiss to my head. “I’ll leave him alone.”
I look up at my husband, the man I love more than words can say. “Really?”
He brushes the hair from my eyes. “Really. You’re more important than pissing him off. I’m sorry.”
I reach for his face. “I’m the one who’s sorry. I shouldn’t have hit you.” I feel terrible. I’m usually better at keeping my emotions in check than I did today.
“It’s fine, baby, honest. Nothing is broken.” He presses a kiss to my lips. “Shall we go home?”
I nod. “Please.”
“Portia, Dario,” we hear Kelvin call out, and I groan. No, I don’t want any more arguing. I can’t deal with it.
Dario looks over his shoulder. He keeps his arms around me, not letting me go. “Now’s not a good time, man,” he says, and the hostility in his voice isn’t there like it usually is.
“I know, but I owe you both an apology. I didn’t realize how much my teasing affected Portia. I was just trying to annoy you.”
I shake my head. “You are both as bad as each other,” I grumble, though there’s no heat in my words. I feel more embarrassed than anything. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have hit you.”
