Page 52 of Wyatt & Weston
Shaking my head, I keep walking toward the truck. “I don’t want to talk to you.”
I’m not fast enough because he rushes in front of me, blocking my way.
“I don’t give a shit what you want, Emma. The crap you pulled this morning with that hillbilly was more than enough.”
“He’s not a hillbilly,” I tell him, anger growing inside me. “Weston and his brother are good men. Better men than you. So, if you don’t mind, I’m gonna go.”
“You're not going anywhere,” he snaps. “I will not be leaving this fucking hick town without you, Emma.” He takes a step closer.
I want to stand my ground but the idea of him getting closer has me stepping back. “You are my wife, and you will be coming home with me tomorrow.”
I shake my head. “I might be your wife, but it’s on paper only. And soon, that won’t even be the case.”
He lets out a condescending laugh. “So what, you're going to stay here and play housewife to those cowboys? I’ve been watching you whore it up with the two of them,” he scoffs, shaking his head. “Do you have no shame? Not only are you with someone so below you, but you're with two. Is one cock not enough for you, Emma?” He shakes his head. “Doesn’t fucking matter. Your fun is over, now it’s time to come home with me.”
“No,” I shout, vibrating with anger. “I said we’re over. The divorce papers are already being drawn up as we speak. I will be doing nothing with you ever again.”
Greg’s face morphs into rage. “Listen here, you little bitch.” He moves so fast, I don’t see him coming until he grabs onto my arm. I cry out at the force of his grip, and the food crashes to the ground. “You are coming home with me,” he snarls, shaking my shoulder. “I will not let some little red-headed bitch be my fucking downfall. We are not getting divorced. I will not let you ruin my fucking name.”
“Let go of me.” I hate how my voice quivers in fear. “You're hurting me.”
“So you can get away again, not fucking happening.” He snorts out a laugh.
“Let her go.” A fierce voice comes from beside me. I look over to see Hadley standing there, phone in her hand. “My brothers are on their way. And the owner of the diner is calling the cops. So I’d suggest you let go of her unless you want to make this a hell of a lot harder on yourself.”
“I don’t give a shit about your brothers. Do none of you hick people understand who the fuck I am? I could have them locked up with one call.” Greg laughs. “They can’t do shit to me. As for the cops, what are they going to do? She’s my wife. I can do with her as I fucking please.” His grip tightens as he starts to tug me away.
I’ve never felt fear like this before. I knew Greg wasn’t some amazing man, but I didn’t think he could be this cruel.
And who is he? He was fucking nothing until our parents agreed to merge our families with me being the key to the castle.
“Let go of me!” I shout, his fingers pressing harder into my skin. It’s going to leave a bruise and the idea of him leaving his mark on me makes me want to puke.
“You heard the lady, let her go,” Hadley says in a dark warning tone I haven’t heard from her before.
“Fuck off, you little bitch,” Greg snaps. I’m not sure who he’s responding to.
“I really didn’t want to do this,” Hadley sighs. My eyes find her just in time to see her pull something from her belt. My eyes widen when I see her aiming a gun. She fires once, the bang loud enough to make my whole body jolt in surprise.
But what's even louder is the wail that comes from Greg as he lets go of me and drops to the ground.
Eye widening, I jump back, hands covering my mouth in shock.
“You fucking shot me!” Greg roars.
“I told you to let her go,” Hadley shouts. “You didn’t fucking listen.”
Greg continues to scream in pain as he holds his knee. Blood spills out of it and the sight has my stomach turning.
“Are you okay?” Hadley grips my shoulders, pulling my attention off the gruesome scene to her panicked face.
“I-I think so,” I whisper. She pulls me into her arms, wrapping them around me. I find it oddly comforting as I stare at Greg. He’s screaming, calling Hadley and me all the nasty names in the books.
People start coming out of the diner, crowding around to see what's going on, but no one tries to help him. And fuck… a sense of happiness fills me at that.
It’s like everyone shows up all at once. Cops in one direction with an ambulance in another, and the twins pull up like a bat out of hell in their truck.
A sob of relief hits me as they get out of their truck and run over to me.
