I look over at Maddox and wait for him to make the next move. He takes a few deep breaths before walking over the threshold.
Right into hell.
“What the fuck is he doing here?”
I move from where I was trailing behind him and lock eyes with who I assume is his brother, Mason. Crap, he really got unlucky in the looks department. I think that, if I squint and maybe tilt my head to the side, I can see how he might have been attractive one day.
Now though? Now he looks like a middle-aged, fat-ass pervert I would have seen regularly at Syn. His thinning, light-brown hair is combed over, doing a terrible job at hiding the fact that he only has a few strands left until his shining scalp is naked. His beady eyes are bloodshot and his protruding gut is seriously testing the buttons on his pink dress shirt.
“Apparently, he has something to say, Mason. This should be interesting. To the study, Maddox. I trust you can find the way. I need a drink.” She walks away and leaves the two brothers standing in the entryway.
If things come to blows, there is no question that Maddox will win. He towers over his brother. His thickly muscled body is a machine of power and his brother looks like he wouldn’t even be able to open a pickle jar.
“Never thought I would see the day that the rat came crawling home.” He laughs when Maddox snarls, shakes his head, and turns to walk away.
This time, Maddox doesn’t need a second to consider if he will take the next steps. He stomps through the house, his boots sounding off the walls with thumping echoes. I double my stride to keep up with him, never once letting go of his hand.
After we have been standing in the study by ourselves for ten minutes, they enter. Only this time, there is a third person with them. Her blond hair hangs down her back in soft waves. Her blue eyes are hard and calculating. And much like his mom, Maddox’s ex-fiancée is perfectly put together. My palms itch to tear her apart.
“Oh, this is fresh. I thought he was a cripple now?” she asks his brother while looking down at his legs.
I instantly notice the size of her wedding band—hell, it’s hard to miss. How can she even keep her arm from dragging on the ground with that gaudy thing? And how could she have ever left Maddox for the weasel next to her?
“It’s called an amputee, Mercedes.”
Her eyes snap to his. “That’s the same thing, bastard.”
Maddox laughs and I look over at him with a smile, my heart light when I realize that I worried for nothing. He’s too strong to let them hurt him.
“Sit the fuck down,” he thunders.
Their eyes widen slightly, but they don’t recognize the threat in front of them.
“Get it over with,” Mason grumbles.
“Don’t worry, big brother,” he sneers. “I won’t take up too much of your precious fucking time. I just have a few things to say and then we will leave.”
I’m guessing that the arrival of her long-lost lover was too shocking for her to notice the other woman in the room. I recognize a threatened woman when I see one. After all, I’ve been watching her husband rake his eyes over me with lust-filled want for the last ten minutes. This is one crazy madwoman.
“Who the fuck is she?” Her question isn’t directed at me, but I answer anyway.
“Emersyn. It’s a pleasure. And, sweet cheeks, I’m his future wife.”
I don’t know what made me say it. Maybe I just wanted to slap it in her face that I won the priced Locke. Or maybe it was just wishful yapping. Either way, the words taste delicious.
The hand Maddox has wrapped around mine flexes, but he doesn’t outwardly react—nor does he dispute my words.
“HA! You mean you actually found someone who you think loves you? That’s hilarious.”
I take a page from Maddox’s book and growl deep in my throat.
“Shut the fuck up, Mercedes.” Maddox scolds.
She huffs at his reprimand, but she does shut her mouth.
“I was thinking one night that I never knew why you hated me so much. It just didn’t make sense to me that you could give birth to someone and hate them instantly with everything you had. I really don’t give a fuck what your reasons are now, but let me tell you a little fucking bedtime story this time. There once was a man who thought he was broken and unworthy. A demon that walked the Earth, causing nothing but pain to others with only a touch. Then he met an angel that was just as lost as he was, and he realized, with her help, that it was never him that was broken. It was never him that spread his villainous evil. You see, that evil that he was told he had been born with… It came from only one person—you. And once that man was free from the webs of her darkness, he realized he wasn’t some giant fuck-up. He had just been born from evil and it took a little longer to clean that bullshit from his skin.”
“Now you little—”