Page 72 of Play Dirty

“You fucking prick!” is the last thing I hear before we get upstairs and out of earshot.

Holy shit.

An encounter with Brenna was definitely not on today’s bingo card.

Chapter23

Marty

“You don’t getto talk to me that way anymore,” I say, beginning to lose both my temper and my patience. “You also don’t live here anymore, so do not let yourself into the house again. Do you understand me?”

“Oh, look who’s a tough guy now,” she snorts, shaking her head. “Suddenly you’re all badass because you’re fucking some psycho supermodel? I’m going to call my lawyer. I do not want that woman around my kids. Do you know what they say about her in the tabloids?”

“Do you know what they said aboutyouwhen you fucked my teammate?” I shoot back.

That shuts her up for a few seconds.

“That was different.” Her cheeks are a little red. “Our marriage fell apart. I was lonely.”

“That’s still your excuse for cheating, huh?” I shake my head. “I want you to leave, Brenna.”

“They’re my kids too!” she snaps.

“And in five days you’ll have them back. But today, we’re going to the water park and you’re going to brunch.” I’m still holding Bradley, bouncing him gently now that he’s calmed down and is starting to fall asleep, but my blood pressure is probably sky high.

“You don’t get to replace me,” she says. “Especially not with her.”

“She’s a better woman than you’ll ever be,” I say easily. “Now leave. Please. Before you upset the kids even more.”

“I need to say goodbye,” she growls through clenched teeth.

“No, you don’t. You’ve already made all three of them cry. I think that’s enough parenting for one day.”

She lifts a hand, like she’s going to slap me, but catches herself.

I arch a brow, cocking my head slightly. “And you just calledSteviepsycho?”

She lets out a huff. “Are you really that blind? Enamored by how pretty she is? She’s mentally unstable, Marty. This isn’t about normal stuff like cheating or whatever, it’s about the safety of our kids.”

Leave it to Brenna to call cheating normal.

“She’s a much better person than you are and they’re absolutely fine with her.”

“Fuck you.”

“Not a chance.”

“You’ll be hearing from my lawyer!” She grabs her purse and stomps out, slamming the door behind her.

Christ.

I let out a slow breath, trying to regain my composure before Stevie comes back down with the kids. I warned her about this, and she seemed fine, but I’m worried. About her, about the kids, and even a little bit about myself. Brenna and I were much more civil when I flew to Tennessee to pick the kids up.

Today was totally different.

And I’m a thousand percent sure it’s because of Stevie.

Brenna doesn’t want me, but she doesn’t want anyone else to have me either, which is ridiculous. Legally, I’m covered and can do whatever I want. But if she wants to make trouble when it comes to the custody case, she might have a leg to stand on. I don’t follow anything in the press, barely have a social media presence, so I honestly don’t know what’s been said about Stevie.

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