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“That money is mine! I want it back. I’m going to–”
I easily side-stepped when he came after me and punched the fucker. One hit and he dropped into an unconscious heap on my floor. That felt fucking good.
Colt came into the room then, my brothers right behind.
We stood and stared down at him. My heart rate was up and I wanted to finish this fucker.
“Can I kill him? The world will be a better place,” I muttered, chest heaving.
“I have to admit, I kinda don’t blame the guy,” Colt muttered, staring down at Trout. “He made a deal, it didn’t happen. All he wants is his cash back.”
“This isn’t a big box store,” I countered.
“Still, I doubt Mann’s gonna fork over the cash. I’d say it’s spent or sent to whatever bank he owed money.” Colt tipped his head toward Trout. “I can arrest him for assault. He’ll bail out by tomorrow. Might be able to stall his paperwork and make him have to stay an extra day in jail, but he won’t get anything for this.”
I frowned. “After what he said about Ellie? What he and Mann planned?”
“All they did was talk. Ellie escaped. Like you said, I doubt there was a written contract between the two for the money exchange and marriage. He wouldn’t have come here if there was.”
He had a point.
“Meaning he came here solely to yell at me and perhaps I’d magically help him make Mann–my new father-in-law–give the money back.”
Colt nodded. “Right. None of that is illegal.”
“All he gets is an assault charge?” Buck asked, rubbing the back of his neck. Obviously, he’d been expecting something more exciting.
Colt nodded again. “This time. He admitted to you that he paid for Ellie, but I doubt he’ll push it further because he won’t want that getting around town. He’ll be pissed about the half a million, but he knows his hands are tied if Mann doesn’t cough it up.”
“Not yet, they aren’t. Hand me my rope.”
I had one looped over a hook by the door. Not normal, but I was a fucking rodeo champ.
Buck set it in my hand and I dropped to my knee and hogtied the fucker. Just like in a calf roping competition. I looked up at Colt. “No cuffs needed. Charge him. Make his life miserable for a day or two.”
Colt grinned. “Will do.”
I stood, dusted off my hands. “You got this?” I asked him, then looked to my brothers.
“Hell yeah,” Colt said. Buck slapped me on the back. The others nodded.
“Good.” While Trout was an asshole, he wasn’t a murderer. Ellie was safe being a Wilder and he’d leave her the fuck alone. “It’s time to get my wife and get back to making all those babies she wants.”
25
ELLIE
“Trig, yes. More!”I cried, lifting my hips so he’d put his mouth right where I wanted. I could barely move because Trig had tied me to the bed. I had to admit, his rodeo skills were sure coming in handy.
It’d been a week since the confrontation with Mr. Trout. From what Trig and his brothers told me, it was made very clear with words–and Trig’s fist–that I was Trig’s wife now and that Trout needed to back the fuck off. Those were the words Buck had used to describe it when he and Trig came to collect me from their parents’ house. Colt had arrested Mr. Trout and he’d been released on bail. It wasn’t set for much, at least when it came to Mr. Trout’s bank account, and he’d walked free two days later. Somehow, the paperwork got stalled and he couldn’t get before the county judge until then. There’d be a hearing, but there was no doubt by anyone that all he’d get was a fine and perhaps anger management classes, but that sounded like trying to patch a sinking boat with chewing gum.
When Trig recounted how he’d tied Trout up, he noticed how squirmy I’d gotten. I hadn’t thought about Trout’s wrists being bound, but mine.
Since then, Trig had me snugly–yet carefully and comfortably–secured to our headboard. Then tortured me with pleasure.
Like right now where I’d been at his mercy for hours. My legs were tossed over his shoulders and he was eating me out like he hadn’t already had a huge dinner of his mother’s chicken casserole. The problem was, he wasn’t letting me come.
“TRIG!” I shouted, rocking my hips again.
