Page 58 of Endgame
The only one to make her come after taking my anger out on her.
A vein pulses in my neck.
I’m two seconds away from charging forward and ripping her out of his grip.
Winston beats me to it. He drags Aurora faster over the last couple of feet. Practically throws her at me, the prick.
A collective murmur ripples through the pews.
She stumbles on her high heels, cursing, “Dammit.”
Heat pulses in my ears. A voice thunders inside me, shouting,“Nobody touches what’s mine.”
Without thinking, I jump forward to catch her, wrapping a hand around her forearm. Pulling her close.
The fall wouldn’t have killed her. My revenge wouldn’t have ended over a few bruises and a broken nose. Still, every instinct in me fought against letting Winston hurt her.
I don’t have an answer to that. Don’t care about it either.
“Thank you,” she says.
My eyes cut to her grateful ones. I drag her even closer and take a step forward.
“Don’t you dare come near her again.” There’s no mistaking the venom in my voice. Even Aurora gasps.
“I suggest you don’t either.” His lips curl into a cutting smile. I won’t think about who else could’ve witnessed this vile expression on his face. “She belongs to us. It’s only a matter of time until I get her back. I’ll be very upset if you break her somehow.”
Feelings I’ve never experienced before now stab at my chest.
I’m bleeding all across the mansion’s floor.
Hate. Disgust. And…no, never love.
You’re territorial about getting your revenge. You ache over your past. Not her.
Right.
“Sit the fuck down, Winston.” Rapist. Fucker. His blue eyes shoot daggers at me. The people behind him murmur, and I ignore them all. “She isn’t yours. She’s mine.”
“Everett.” A small hand clutches my forearm.
Heat surges at the simple touch. I hate that this feels like comfort. Like after all these years, I have someone other than Stafford at my side.
“Aww, you got the dumb little girl to fall for you?” Her dad cocks his head to the side.
He’s lucky there are witnesses surrounding us. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself. I’m this close to ripping his heart out of his chest for talking and treating her this way. He never has, not in front of us, and he’s not going to start now.
Arnold, one of Stafford’s brothers, chooses this moment to step up.
“Come on, buddy.” He tugs at Winston’s arm, pulling him back to his seat across from Molly. Neither Winston nor she seems to mind it. “It’s just a wedding. You’ll see your daughter again.”
Over my dead body.
No one’s taking my revenge from me.
I’ve earned that right.
You’ve earned her.
