I can take back my damage, considering he’s taken back his.
Fair is fair, and all that.
Maybe this is going to end well after all.
Just maybe.
7
IT ISN’T GOING TO END well.
I take it all back.
As the pounding of the music next door wakes me up from my sleep, I feel a rage burning inside of me. I try to stay calm, I try to roll to my side, I try everything to ignore the blasting music but I can’t. I just can’t. I have a big day tomorrow at the café. It’s Saturday, and we have a bunch of singers coming in, which means Wildflowers will be open until at least midnight. I need this sleep, and Riggs is making certain I don’t get it.
Is he doing it on purpose?
I swear.
I get out of bed, not even considering what I’m wearing, which happens to be a crop top and a pair of satin boxers that are way too short. I storm out of my apartment and over to the club next door, angrily shoving past people, who are all giving me a look, some of them laughing as if they already know what’s coming.
I’ve had it.
I pass Adan and Beckett who are sitting on a sofa while two girls straddle them. They both stare at me, and big grins spread across their faces.
I stop and point right at them. “You wipe those grins off your faces right now. Do you hear me? Now.”
Their grins get bigger.
I charge down the hallway and bust into Riggs’ room. I find him mid fuck, a woman riding him as he lies back on the bed, his hands behind his head, staring at her bouncing tits. Seriously, how much sex does this man need? And why does it suck to see him lying here with someone else after the hot moment we shared the other night?
It doesn’t matter.
The girl hears me enter and turns around, her eyes widening when she sees me. “Who is that?” she gasps, covering her breasts.
“Who am I?” I screech. “Who am I? I’m his wife, you uneducated cow. Who the fuck are you?”
Her eyes get big.
Riggs’ eyes get big.
She leaps off him and scrambles for her clothes. I try not to stare at how perfect her body is, the way she has zero fat and her skin is taut over her incredible curves. Not to mention how her boobs don’t even move when she walks, they just sit there, perky and nice.
“You’re married?” she shrieks at Riggs. “You’re fucking married?”
He sits up, sheet over his lower half, staring at me like he’s impressed with my little act.
“I’m not married, she’s a fuckin’ loon that lives next door and wants me to turn my music off.”
The girl looks to me.
I don’t look away from Riggs.
“Are you serious?” I cry, making sure my face looks more than a little distressed. “You and I have been married for five years and you’re honestly going to act like I’m crazy. How dare you? You don’t believe me, lady, then perhaps we can both discuss how good he is with his tongue, maybe then you’ll agree that we’re talking about the same man.”
She bites her lower lip and looks to him. “You lied to me. I thought we had something here ...”
“We’re fucking,” Riggs goes on, as if clearing that up is more important than reminding her we’re not married. “I never said it was anything else. You know I’ve got women, more than one, sorry if you read that wrong.”
Her face drops. “You’re fucking other people?”
“You know I’m fucking other people.”
“Not his wife, though,” I point out. “Starting to see why.”
She turns to me. “I’m so sorry.”
I kind of feel bad for calling her a cow now.
She rushes out, and I look to Riggs with a big grin. “I have all the time in the world to come in here, ruin every romp you have planned, until you turn down the damned music.”
He looks impressed. “I’m sure you do. Fine, I’ll turn it down. Not off, down. You got any other demands before you take that ass out of my room?”
I glance down at myself, and my cheeks flush. My god, I’m half naked and my ass is most certainly hanging out the bottom of these shorts.
I cross my arms, as if that’ll hide my boobs.
“That’ll be all,” I squeak.
“Then you care to finish what you just ruined for me?” he suggests, flicking the sheet aside to show me a very hard, very thick cock.
Oh, my.
I’d love to finish it.
But I can’t.
I won’t.
I swallow and look away. “As if.”
“I saw what happened when I got at you with my tongue, I’d like to see what my cock makes you do.”
His voice is husky.
And sexy.
He can’t be sexy.
I have to hate him.
I have to.
“We’re enemies, remember,” I snap. “Stop trying to charm me.”
He grins. “I can fuck people I can’t stand, come over here and I’ll show you.”
Ouch.
That’s hurtful.
“You’re a real pig.”
“Never said I wasn’t, darlin’. If you’re not goin’ to fix this, go and find me someone who will.”
Ugh.
Jerk.
I spin and walk out, not making eye contact with a single person who stares at me. I rush out the front doors and just as I’m halfway across the parking lot, three men step out from the thick bushes at the back. They’re holding cigarettes, and I’m guessing they were there smoking. They don’t look old, maybe late teen years, possibly early twenties, but what they do look is off their faces.
“Would you look at this,” a tall, dark haired boy grins. “A half-naked lady running around alone.”
Fuck me.
“If you so much as breathe in my direction, jerk, I’ll kick you in the balls,” I growl.
I keep walking, my stride getting faster and faster as I near closer to my side of the lot. The three men fall in step behind me. I should have turned and walked back to the club, I felt a whole lot safer there.
“She’s a feisty one. I like feisty ones.”
They’re getting too close, and I’m getting a little nervous.
One of them grabs my arm, and I spin without thought, lashing out with a closed fist and hitting him right in the nose. It’s a hard hit, and the cracking sound tells me I got the right spot. He bellows and stumbles backward. “I said don’t fucking touch me!” I growl.
“Bitch!” one of them shouts and then he hits me.
Well, it’s a half hit, half slap, but it’s hard enough to bust my lip and send my head swinging to the side.
Oh, hell fucking no.
I spin back around to throw another punch, but one of them grabs me from behind, pinning my arms against my back. I yell out loudly and fling my legs up, kicking the biggest of the three as he comes toward me.
“Let me go!” I yell.
“Nobody fucks with us,” the man holding me growls.
The one I punched storms over and grabs me by the hair. “We’re going to do bad things to you, bitch.”
“You fuckin’ put her down or so help me fuckin’ god I’ll blow your fuckin’ brains all over this pavement.”
The man holding me freezes, the man approaching me turns slowly, and I look up to see Riggs, Adan, and Remy all standing, facing the group. Riggs is holding out his gun, pointing it straight at the man approaching me. He immediately puts up his hands and backs off, the other man releases me.