Page 79 of Forsaking All Others

Know the bitch behind the wheel too.

“Ma’am, are you okay?”

Vivi parks her car next to mine and I see red.

Blood red.

“Are you a man of the cloth?”

“Just a volunteer.”

I pop my trunk and turn to the bewildered man here to collect Colt’s clothes.

“Good because things are about to get ugly and I’m already on God’s shit list. Everything in the black bags is yours to take.” I pocket my keys and pull back my hair, gathering it into a ponytail, using the tie on my wrist to secure it to the top of my head.

“Enjoy the show.”

Then I turn to the bitch who I found in bed with my husband eight years ago.

And I do what I should’ve did back then.

But I was too wrapped up in the idea of what a lady should be that I forgot I was a fucking legend.

A legend with a mean right hook.

Chapter Twenty

Maverick Burnside

“Maverick!”

Fucking Leftie.

All I want to do is fucking sleep. An hour—that’s all I need. Sixty fucking minutes.

“Go away old man,” I growl, pulling the pillow out from behind my head. I cover my face with it and wait for the sound of his footsteps to disappear down the hallway. But that doesn’t happen and instead, the door storms open.

Fucking hell.

“Fucking hell,” Theo parrots.

Shit. I didn’t realize I said that out loud. I remove the pillow from my face and jackknife off the bed. My eyes dart between the old pain in my ass and the foul-mouthed toddler that hangs on his hip.

“What’s going on?”

“It’s Holly,” Leftie reveals, bringing the side of Theo’s head to his shoulder. He covers the kid’s ear with his beefy hand and shoots me a glare. “She’s brawling in the parking lot.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

Not sure why the woman would be throwing down in the first place much less with her kid here, I hurry out of the room barefoot wearing nothing but the pair of jeans I didn’t have the chance to take off before my body hit the mattress.

I barely make it out the front door before Ghost turns to me, a murderous look on his face and a fucking pipe in his hand.

“I fucking warned you about that bitch,” he sneers as he turns, smacking the pipe to his palm as he stalks forward. My eyes follow his path and land on the two women rolling around on the fucking asphalt.

Holly flips Vivi onto her back, straddling her as she sends a fist to her jaw.

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