Page 49 of Tattered Souls
I opened the door, and a man was standing there with his fist up, about to knock, with his other hand in his jeans pocket.
He had black hair, a mustache, and fuck me, he looked like the woman I was in love with.
Tatum was at my back, and I felt her tense.
I knew who this motherfucker was, and he had a date he didn’t know about.
“Step back from me, baby, don’t want you to get hurt,” I said.
Tatum moved to the side to my left.
Fucking perfect.
My arm was up, and my fist was in his face.
There you go.
There’s your date with my fist in your face.
The man brought his hand up to his nose, which was now gushing blood.
The white shirt he had on that had seen better days with holes in the bottom of it, had the goddamn balls to say, “Deserved that.”
I growled, “No, motherfucker, you deserve worse.”
The man sighed, then, through a bloody nose, he said, “I just want to talk.”
“No. You don’t get to speak to her. You don’t get to look at her. As far as she’s concerned, you're nothing but a sperm donor.”
“I deserved that, but despite what you think, she’s still my girl.”
I shook my head. “No. She’s mine.”
That was when the man sneered, after he wiped the blood from his nose with his shirt.
“I can make it to where I get her away from you,” he said.
I grinned, evilly with a look I only reserve for motherfuckers who are very close to meeting their maker, “They’ll put my body in a body bag before I allow you anywhere near her.”
He read my tone.
He read my face.
Then his body sagged.
He sighed, “Knew I fucked up with her. With her brother. Just didn’t realize how bad. Doc told me I had six months after I got out of jail. Told me I needed to make peace with my demons. Couldn’t find Granger to do that, but I will. Came here first.”
I growled, “Next thing you can do is to stop talking.”
Then my woman opened her mouth and said, “Like everything in our lives, you didn’t care. All you care about is your booze and your drugs.”
He opened his mouth, but my woman beat him to it. “Granger passed away a few months ago.”
The man actually looked shocked. “Oh, umm. I didn’t... I... I didn’t know that.”
“And before you ask, which I know you're going to do. He didn’t leave you anything.” My woman said.
I grinned inwardly. Yeah, my little kitten had claws.
