“Shit, shit, shit. This isn’t happening. I told you no. I distinctly remember saying the actual word ‘no’.”
“And like I said,not my problem.”
“It is if you don’t unload that truck and put everything back where I had it all.”
“Nah, it’s only an issue if you don’t come to terms. Me, Maverick and that dog,” he points to my feet at the little puppy wiggling around, “along with the truck full of shit are leaving tomorrow morning. The real question here is, are you coming with us?”
I’m so angry at him right now for putting me in this position, I can’t speak. I storm for the bathroom as tears fill my eyes. I just want to scream and punch him, but I won’t let my child witness me behaving like that. This man is infuriating! What gives him the right to walk in and suddenly think he can change my life however he sees fit?
He’s insane, packing up my apartment while I’m at work. And he bought Maverick a puppy…a fucking puppy! Who does that shit?
Nightmare does, obviously.
This is how my life is going to be, too, for the remainder of time until Maverick turns eighteen and moves out. Fifteen more years of this overbearing alpha taking control of everything. I’m going to go batshit crazy at this rate.
Pulling my phone out, I turn it on and hit the speed dial number for Princess. She’s probably the only person who will understand what’s happening right now, and she’ll let me vent without freaking out over whatever I say.
“What?” It’s Viking.Shit.Not who I was expecting.
Clearing my throat, I huff out, “Is Princess there?”
“Yeah, but she’s busy.”
Dickhead.I’m surrounded by them as of late, it seems. Is it something in the water all of a sudden? Christ!
“Well, will she be un-busy soon-ish?”
“Is it important?” He’s just like speaking to Night, I swear.
“Well, I’m trying not to stab your brother in front of my child at the moment, so I’d say yeah.”
He chuckles. The badass over-the-top Viking, just laughs at my frustration.
“Lemme’ give you some advice, B. Whatever my brother’s doing, just suck it up and go with it.”
“Even if that includes giving up my apartment, my job, and basically what little bit of a life I have?” It leaves me in a dramatic huff, pissed to my core.
“Yep,” he responds, and I hang up the phone. He’s just as nutty as ol’ boy in my living room. Fucking control freaks.
The bathroom door opens, and the small space grows tiny with Nightmare’s overly large presence. He comes in and closes the door behind him, making the fit even tighter.
“You calm the fuck down yet?”
He stares at me like I’m the one being irrational. Thankfully the tears went away speaking to Viking, but the anger not so much. It’s still there. “Calm down? You seriously have some freaking nerve.”
His hand flies up, pointing at my chest. “Oh, I have nerve? How about you look in the mirror, dollface. Pot calling the kettle black, dontcha think?”
“You’re going to hold this over my head for the rest of my life, aren’t you?” I ask outright. Fuck beating around the bush at this point.
He steps closer, my back hitting the counter as his thigh comes between my own. The position is unbelievably intimate, and if I drop from my tippy-toes to standing normally, I’d be pressed against his leg. I can’t handle him touching my clit right now in any form; it’s hard enough with him in the same room.
I draw in a deep breath at his scent surrounding me. It’s the type of manliness that envelops you and makes you forget about anything else. Did I mention before that he has a beard, too? That detail alone makes my insides twirl.
Leaning closer, he brushes his nose up the side of my cheek causing my stomach to tighten up in anticipation. Eventually, his dark gaze comes to mine; the silver line standing out in stark contrast as our noses nearly touch. He grumbles low enough it comes out as a threat, even with grape soda on his breath. He’s serious. “If I have to. I’ll use it for however long I need to.”
Tears form again as I swallow and my throat grows dry. He fights dirty, and he doesn’t care who it affects. I should’ve known him finding out about our son would be a losing battle. In a sense, I did, but I hoped it wouldn’t come to this—him taking control over me and my life.
Swallowing, I whisper as a tear falls. “If you make us leave with you, I’ll never be happy there.”