Page 89 of Casita Casanova
But Maryn already knows. She’s just come to the same conclusion I have.
I’ll fucking kill him.
A growl slips past my lips and Maryn’s not fast enough to stop me this time.
She calls after me, but I’m halfway through the yard by the time she’s even made it out the door.
That fuck drove hisdaughterhere to catch us in the act.
I should have kicked his ass last night.
Restraint is a mistake I won’t make twice.
I hop over the gate and I’m ripping his door open before he even realizes what’s happening. I grab him by the collar, but his seat belt keeps me from pulling him out of the car.
I pull back and slam my fist into his face, knocking that look of surprise right off his ugly fucking mug.
“Cas!”
Maryn’s voice is far away, muffled by my anger and Ribbit’s barking.
I hit him again and his head flops around comically, then I reach past him and unclick the belt. His hands scramble to stop me but he’s got a good fifteen years on me and hasn’t hit a fucking heavyweight bag a day in his life. I worked hard for this speed, this strength, so when I pull his ass out of the car, he doesn’t stand a fucking chance against me.
Yanking him up by his collar, I slam my fist into his face again.
Then Maryn’s on me, pulling my arm back. She’s screaming my name and sobbing, grasping frantically at my arm while her daughter tries to peel my other hand away from her dad’s shirt collar. I meet the girl’s gaze and freeze.
She’s sobbing, looking up at me like I’m the fucking monster.
I drop his shirt and he plops back into his daughter’s lap, head lolling to the side. He’s not out, which pisses me off. I start to lunge—
Maryn pulls me back, turns me around.
Makes me look at her.
Breathing heavy, adrenaline courses through my veins as I look down into her eyes.
“Go, Cas,” she pleads.
I can’t tell what that tone is in her voice.
Cocking one eyebrow I look down at her ex as he wipes blood from his mouth, then back at Maryn. Her lips tighten into a fine line.
Oh.She’s mad atme?
I give her a curt nod, then walk away. When I reach the shed, I switch into shorts and pull on my sneakers, then I leave through the back and hit the beach.
And then I run.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Maryn
I’m numb by the time I put Eddie and Arabella in the car and send them home.
Eddie still might press charges, but I’ve convinced him not to tonight.
Standing in the middle of the street, I hang my head. The neighbors have all gone inside, leaving me out here with this pit in my stomach.
