Page 125 of Driftwood Daffodil

Atlee snickered, “I like this plan.”

The only reason he liked this plan was because it involved pussy.

“Now,” Atlee rolled his neck and cracked his knuckles. “Let’s find your wife.”

God I hated hearing her called that. But it wouldn’t last long. Eventually Novalee would fuck up and we could rid the world of the Ford family. Then failure wouldn’t be put on me. It would all be on her. And I had no problem pushing her to the breaking point. In fact I was looking forward to it. There would be no leeway. Just actions and consequences.

My eyes locked on a girl in the crowd.

And the consequences would start now.

“What the fuck is she wearing?”

Atlee and Darry both followed my glare. After which Darry shook his head while Atlee let out a whistle.

“Damn, the girl cleans up nice.”

What the hell was Atlee talking about? That was not cleaned up. Clean up was a nice outfit and some make up. Not flawless curls cascading down the open back of a skimpy fucking shirt. For fuck sakes, Nova’s ass was barely covered in those denim shorts. And there she was, surrounded by bunch of panting fucking jocks, swaying her shit back and forth. Someone was gonna die tonight.

Atlee tipped his head when Nova spun around.

My fists immediately balled. Where the fuck was the front of her shirt? Her tits were practically hanging out. the only thing I couldn’t see were her nipples.

“Damn,” Atlee clicked his tongue. “That’s one hell of a plunging neckline.”

I might start the death toll tonight with him.

“That is not a plunging neckline. It’s a fucking scrap of fabric!”

Her ass was going to be so red.

“What are you going to do if she’s not a virgin?” Darry asked, further enraging me.

Virginity was an important factor when it came to wives. But that wasn’t what made the growl rumble out of my chest. It was the possibility that someone else had touched her, which pissed me off more. I shouldn’t give a fuck.

If anything I should be praying that some asshole got his hands on her first, because it would negate any possibility of marriage. Yet all I could think about was finding the motherfucker and ripping him apart until his blood was dripping through my fingers.

When Novalee twerked back into some prick, the only thing that stopped me from charging head first into a full on murder spree was Atlee’s reassurance.

“Don’t worry, she’s a virgin.”

He had some weird sixth sense about that shit. Atlee could sniff out a virgin from a mile away. That didn’t stop me from growling out, “She better fucking be.”

It wasn’t until Atlee and Darry exchanged a look that I realized what I was doing. This was Novalee Ford, sister of my enemy. I shouldn’t care who did or didn’t touch her. She was nothing. A means to an end, and that was it.

And now she’s grinding up against that asshole! That’s it!

“Whoa, whoa,” Atlee stopped me before I could take a step. “I got this.”

With that he took off just as that prick grabbed Nova’s ass and leaned in.

If it wasn’t for Darry clasping his hand on my shoulder, I’d have charged head first into the crowd with Atlee. Thankfully the feel of his fingers digging into my flesh was enough to allow me to take a breath and stem the tide of rage boiling through my veins.

“Remember who she is, Gio.”

Blowing out a long exhale, I let Darry’s words sink in. Nova was my enemy. A toy to play with for my vengeance. Once I regained control of myself I nodded at Darry, “Thank you.”

“No problem,” he nodded back then turned his attention to the dispersing crowd.

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