Hound gives me a chin lift and jogs back the way he originally came from. There’s not much traffic out here but one never can be too careful.
“I hate you,” Ruthie seethes.
I look straight through her as if she’s not sitting here. She wants attention, but I’m not wasting another breath on the lousy bitch.
“You won’t get away with this. You’ll go down. You’ll see.”
Alexa walks out the cabin and goes straight to Ruthie. No words pass from her lips she straight up rears her fist and lets it fly at my ex-wife’s face. Not once but three times. Ruthie cries as blood drips from her nose and split lip. “First one was for taking my grandkid. The second was from me, and that third one was for Wylla Mae.” My crazy assed woman doesn’t stop there
. She grabs her by the hair then spits in her face. “You’re nothing. After today James nor will I ever think of you. We won’t speak your name. No one will. You’re dead.”
Ruthie laughs. “He used to fuck me before he’d come to you. Hope you liked tasting my pussy all these years.”
“Maybe but whenever he was inside you, he was thinking about me. It’s the only way he could get off. We’d laugh about it behind your back.”
“Fuck you,” Ruthie spits out.
“Yeah. My man is gonna take me home later tonight and he’s gonna fuck me hard while you burn in hell.” Alexa smirks and blows Ruthie a kiss.
“God damn, pretty girl, you’re damn sexy when you’re pissed.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, but I need you to stop getting kidnapped when I leave you alone.”
“Oh fuck off.”
“Gimme’ that smart mouth.” I pull her in for a kiss, squeezing her ass, not giving a damn that Ruthie is watching. Let the cunt enjoy the show. “Just so you know she’s full of shit. I haven’t had my mouth anywhere near her pussy since I first tasted yours.”
Alexa rewards me with her smile. “You sucking up to me.”
“Nope. Just wanted you to know that I reserved that for you.”
“Hmmm,” she muses. “I don’t want to talk about the past anymore. I’m ready to plan our wedding. Don’t think you’re getting off easy. I want the fairytale.”
“Whatever you want, babe. It’s yours.”
“Good.” She kisses me again.
East and Wylla Mae come flying up the hill in his truck. He barely has it in park before my daughter is jumping out and rushing toward us. “Where’s my baby?”
“Right here.” Alexa opens the back passenger side door of the jeep. “She’s fine.”
Wylla checks over her daughter then stares at me with tears burning in her eyes. “Thank you, Daddy.” Her arms swing around my neck and her lips hit my cheek. “I love you.”
“Love you too, princess.” I give her a pat on the back. “You and your mom take the jeep back to the clubhouse.”
“I’m not leaving till that bitch is dead,” Alexa says.
“Me either,” Wylla Mae digs in. “I’m tired of her hurting our family.”
“Guess you do take after me more than I thought, but its best if you aren’t here. Anything goes sideways I want it to land on me. None of this shit touches you.” I release her. “Go on. Take Mila out of here. You too, East. Get them to safety. You got a family to think about. Your mom and me got this. Ruthie is our problem.”
“You sure, Prez?”
“Isn’t this sweet. Look at you one big happy fucking family,” Ruthie smarts off.
My daughter storms toward her. “You’re poison. You’ve always been toxic. I’m not a violent person but you deserve whatever you get. I would say I hope my father cuts out your heart, but you don’t have one. You’re hollow.”