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“No can do,” I tell him firmly. “You put your hands on a lady, and that doesn’t fly here.”
“We’re married, asshole,” he yells, his face turning red with anger.
“That doesn’t matter. If anything, that makes it worse. You shouldn’t put your hands on the woman you want to spend the rest of your life with.”
He sneers at her. “You knew the score, Emma. I deserve to have some fun.”
“Oh, fuck you, Greg,” she snaps back, fighting to get out of my hold. “You get to have fun, and I’m left with your little dick that can’t even get me to orgasm?” She laughs bitterly. “So, what? You can fuck whoever you want, but I get you and my vibrator?”
I look at her, impressed by her fire. Her strength and spirit in the face of betrayal are astounding. “Can we let you go and trust you to stay calm so we can escort him out?”
“I’m not leaving!” Greg’s shouts reverberated in the air, growing louder with each word. “She’s my wife.”
“You’ve said that.” I give him a blank look.
I release the fiery little hellcat, and she stomps away from me to retrieve her lost boot and slide it back on. The sight of her trying to maintain some semblance of dignity makes my chest ache. With determination, Weston and I seize Greg by the arms, dragging him toward an empty golf cart.
“I can’t believe you!” Emma screams but doesn’t move. “I’ll be calling my lawyer and filing for divorce.”
“I’m driving,” I announce as we reach the cart, Weston nodding in agreement.
With Weston keeping a firm hold on Greg, I start the cart and head down the driveway. Greg continues to shout obscenities, his anger escalating with every passing moment.
“You’ll regret this!” Greg yells, his voice filled with venom.
Ignoring his threats, I pull up to the end of the driveway, where we intend to drop him off. With one final push, Weston and I hoist Greg out of the cart and drop him unceremoniously onto the ground.
“You’re done here, Greg,” Weston says, his voice steady.
My jaw clenches with determination as I nod in agreement. “Don’t come back.”
Greg staggers to his feet, glaring at us both before turning and storming off down the road. Weston and I watch him go, the tension slowly easing from our shoulders.
“We did the right thing,” Weston says quietly, breaking the silence.
“Yeah,” I reply, feeling a mix of relief and exhaustion. “Let’s head back. There’s still work to do.”
With that, we climb back into the golf cart and drive back toward the ranch, ready to check in on the little redhead that now has my attention.
CHAPTER TWO
When we get back to the feisty little redhead, she’s still in the same spot she was before. She’s pacing back and forth, her cell phone to her ear as she yells at someone on the other end.
All of the remaining guests are gone now. I’m assuming one of my brothers or dad helped get them settled. Honestly, I’m glad because the last thing I want to do right now is help anyone else. No, I’d much rather see what’s going on over here with Red.
“I’m done, Daddy. I did what you asked of me, I did every damn thing. How fucking dare he! It was his family that begged you to set this marriage up and this is what he does. I want a divorce.” She pauses, listening to what the person on the phone is saying, continuing to pace back and forth.
I give my brother a look. He just grins and shrugs.
“Fine. Fine!” She hangs up, wrapping her hand around the phone in a death grip as she blows out an angry breath.
“Everything alright there, darling?” I ask her once we’re close enough. She stops and swings her gaze over to us.
Her lips part, blinking a few times as she thinks of what to say. I don’t miss the fact that she’s taking the time to check me and Wyatt out. I can’t say I mind the attention.
She is fucking stunning. Long wild red hair that matches the fire that's clearly inside her. She might be a married woman, but from what I’ve seen, I don’t think there was much of a marriage to begin with.
“No,” she finally answers, letting out a heavy sigh. She tilts her head back and closes her eyes. “I just got here. I haven’t even gotten checked into my cabin and my trip is already ruined.”
