Page 104 of Wildest Forever

“I'm pissed,” he growls, his voice tight.

I exhale heavily and pray to Gerry that Morgan stays in her room.

“Not only have I been woken up from my peaceful slumber...” he leans in closer, the handle of the gun sliding under his arm, but the barrel is still on him, “but someone has taken it upon themselves to invade my brother and his wife's privacy... so yeah, I am pretty fucking pissed right now,” he shunts the gun forward and the man groans, doubling over slightly.

“I don't think he is going to talk,” I run my hand over my stubble, the short, coarse hair catching on my wedding band.

“Nah,” Riggs' eyes meet mine across his shoulder just for a moment before they're back on our new friend, “I don't think he is either.”

Riggs' drops the gun and, in an instant, his hand is around his throat, squeezing him against the wall, lifting him slightly so his feet are slightly off the floor. The man’s hands are trying to pull Riggs' grip away but it's no use.

“I have a special place where we deal with people like you,” Riggs grunts, dropping him to the floor like the worthless piece of trash he is.

The guy gasps for his breath, rolling around over the floor but Riggs doesn't give him a second more. He bends down, grabbing him around the back of the neck and drags him to his feet.

“I'll let you know once this piece of shit talks,” and I nod as he passes me the gun, my fingers tighten around it, watching as Riggs walks him out the house and as soon as Riggs is gone, my heart drums deep inside my chest.

Exhaling deeply, I unload the gun, pulling the bullets and shoving them deep inside my pocket before I move to find Morgan. Taking the stairs two at a time, I barge into her room, and I see her curled up in the corner, arms around her knees that are wrapped into her chest. Turning the light on, her red rimmedeyes find mine and my heart aches when I see her tear-stained cheeks.

“Hey, hey,” I whisper as I place the gun on the floor and rush to her side. I'm on my knees in front of her, my hands cupping her cheeks as I hold her eyes on mine. “It's okay, it's okay,” I soothe her, pulling her into my chest as she quietly sobs.

My hand is on her head, fingers smoothing down her hair as I try and calm her down.

I was terrified, but I didn't want her to know that.

“Riggs has taken him,” I kiss the top of her head, and she clings onto me like I am her lifeline.

“Where was he?”

“Rummaging through the cabinet in the living room.”

She shudders.

“I hate that someone has been in our home,” and my chest aches.

“Me too baby, me too,” I whisper against her hair.

I have no idea how long we have sat on the floor for, but I needed to move. My ass was numb, my back ached.

Trying to push to my feet, she stops me by holding me close to her.

“Don't leave me.”

I shake my head.

“I wasn't going to, I just need to get up,” I give her a sad smile and she pushes away from me, eyes all wide and I could lose myself in her beautiful green eyes.

Standing, I hold my hand out for her to take which she does, and I smile a little wider at how her hand fits perfectly in my palm, her delicate wedding band catching my eye.

Pulling her to her feet, I lift her hand to my lips and kiss over her wedding band.

“Mine, wife.” I whisper against her skin and lead her to the bed.

She sits on the edge, watching my every move.I reach for the blanket and tug it towards me.

“What are you doing?” she asks, and I can hear the fear that has wrapped itself around her voice.

“Making a bed on the floor, I need to clean the glass up downstairs and didn't want to wake you when I come back upstairs.”

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