I’m pretty sure Connor is joking, but something in his eyes says maybe he’s a little serious. He holds his hand out. Oh. He wants me to hand over my phone right now. I haven’t had any time to put Hamish’s messages in context. This is going to be bad. Wicked bad.
Chapter SEVENTEEN
CONNOR
Andie very reluctantly places her phone in my hand. She is serious about wanting to hurt Liam for tattling to me. Poor lad.
He only went in there because Tiggy had called us as Lauren had arrived in the room and put her phone on speaker the whole time. The lads were all up here with me, listening to their conversation.
Paddy and Liam felt it was dishonest for them all not to know they were being listened to, especially when Ronan and Niall started teasing Paddy because we all heard Andie and Lauren giggling about his punishment methods.
Ronan stopped laughing pretty fucking quickly when his little blonde stripper went off the rails, talking about getting a baseball bat and going around to confront the prick herself.
Niall had to physically restrain the man from storming down to stop the lass. He stopped struggling when she had smugly announced he would give her a bat if she asked him to and flashed her tits at him. But I’m sure he imagined her tits and got distracted.
When she started her bloodthirsty little rant about what they should text him, with all the threats, Niall had groaned and buried his head in his hands while Ronan had glared at him.
I wasn’t sure how Ronan’s little stripper learned about the more sickening of Niall’s torture methods until Mellie snapped at her to shut up. Niall’s wife’s been blabbing.
Niall shot a worried look at Seamus, but rather than being pissed that Niall’s been talking to his wife, Seamus looked rather stunned.
“You tellMellieabout that shite?” he asked faintly. Niall had shrugged.
“She wants to know about my day,” he defended himself while we stared at him.
“And she still fucks you after knowing that shit?” Liam had looked particularly disturbed by the idea.
“My Mellie is a surprising one,” he admitted. Andie went on and on about being adamant I would never know about this prick texting her, which is when Paddy sent Liam in as an excuse for me to find out since I know already.
I’m sure Paddy doesn’t want his wife getting in trouble for being the one to blab. Maybe he was right to try to protect Lauren, seeing how bloodthirsty Andie is about Liam.
Scrolling through her messages, I find them easily enough, seeing as how the last time he contacted her was yesterday.
Jesus fuck, the cunt is spamming her. He oscillates from telling her he misses her to demanding she tells him where she is and threatening her if she doesn’t tell him.
Anger surges through me as I scroll further and further back, reading the constant flow of messages. ThisHamishmessages her eight to ten times and then doesn’t message for a few days before starting again.
Andie has never responded, so the fucker clearly can’t take a hint. Finally, I get back to the last message she sent him before she came to live with me, telling him that she had moved out, like he had asked, calling him a thief, and informing him she hoped he contracted an STD that made his dick shrivel up and fall off.
When I look up, Andie is watching me warily, probably because my face looks as fucking pissed as I feel.
“Why didn’t you tell me he was hounding you, Andie?” I growl. She winces. I think her response is because I used her name since I never do. Fuck that. I need her to know how fucking serious this is right now.
“It was nothing I couldn’t handle.” She shrugs defensively.
My fingers tighten painfully around the phone. I grind my teeth, trying to rein in my temper before speaking again. Sighing, I drop it into my pocket, closing the distance between us. Sliding my fingers into Andie’s hair, I tip her head back, brushing my lips gently over hers.
She needs to get one thing straight in her head. I press my forehead against hers, my eyes boring into her cornflower blue ones.
“Ye’re my woman, Andie,” I growl. Her eyes widen, burning into mine. “That means we’re a feckingteam. It’s not about what ye can handle. It’s not a weakness for ye to ask for my help,achuislemochroí. It’s a fecking relationship.”
Tears fill her eyes. Christ. I feel like a right prick seeing that. But she smiles a shaky smile at me.
“You’re right. I’m sorry,” she whispers, snaking her arms around my neck and tugging my face down to kiss me deeply. “I should have told you. I was being stubborn. I’m so used to being on my own. It didn’t occur to me that I’m not anymore.”
Her admission tears at my fucking heart. I’ll make sure she’s never alone again.
“Ye go home,achuislemochroí,” I murmur against her mouth. “Paddy and I will pay yer ex a wee visit.”