Chapter 6

I hate being sexy, but I’m a bearded man. I can’t help it.

-Mig to Annie

Mig

“This better not get me into trouble,” she muttered to the man currently sitting on the counter in front of me.

Griffin shrugged, and the other man occupying her barber chair spun around for the fourth time.

Ridley stopped to study himself in the mirror.

“Do you think I could use a cut?” He asked the group as a whole, fingering his shaggy hair.

Nobody said anything.

Ridley was what you would call ‘sensitive’ about his hair.

Although it wasn’t overly styled, his blonde hair always fell a certain way.

It never went over an inch and a half in length, and rarely ever did I see it a mess.

We all secretly thought he had some kind of issue with his hair.

Some sort of fetish having to do with his locks, but none of us ever asked.

We were all in the front of Annie’s store, Uncertain Salon and Massage.

Griffin was sitting next to his wife on top of the counter next to the register.

Ridley occupied the lone barber chair, and I was sitting next to Annie on the couch.

We weren’t touching, but we were close.

I was, however, very aware of her body.

Aware of how her body heat, however slight it was, felt like it was burning me.

I wanted to run my hand up the side slit of her skirt to see what kind of panties she had on underneath the frilly, gauzy slip of fabric.

She was wearing a hot pink halter top that barely confined her beautiful breasts, and to top it all off, she was shoeless.

Her toes were painted a hot pink, and I wanted nothing more than to lick her from the tips of those toes all the way up to her lips.

My hand came down on the chair between us touching the toes in question.

She didn’t move, and neither did I.

Although the touch was innocent, I wondered if she could feel the promise.

It may only be her feet right now, but after I was officially divorced, which hopefully would only take a couple more days since it paid to know people in high places, she would be mine.

It may make me sound like a complete jack wad, but I couldn’t help it.

I’d wanted Annie since she’d moved in next to me. And now that I’d finally allowed myself to complete the final papers for filing an annulment between Jennifer and me, I knew things were about to change between us.

When my parents had divorced, I’d made a promise to myself, that if a child was ever involved, I would go out of my way to make things work between the mother and me.

I would never put my child in the middle.

And over the last six months, I’d tried.

Oh, how I’d tried.

But this was no way to live.

This would never work for us.

Jennifer had wronged me greatly, and I’d allowed it.

There was no way I could build a relationship with her after what she did to me

Annie had helped me see that just by asking a few innocent questions.

Questions that my club brothers asked me on a daily basis.

But finally listening to it from someone who was in my life but who hadn’t been around during that time had been an eye-opening experience had definitely hammered home how stupid I was being.

And I was about to be free for the first time in long months.

“This isn’t going to get you in trouble, Annie,” I said with patience. “It’s not like I’m going to talk to him while he’s getting a massage.”

I was lying.

That was what I was planning to do.

She didn’t need to know that, though.

Being naked made a person feel a certain vulnerability, and I wanted to get this over with quickly and with as little bloodshed as possible.

“Well, he’s here. I’m going next door with Lenore. Let me know when the fire’s out,” Annie said, jumping out of her seat.

Then she was gone, disappearing out the back entrance with Lenore in a little less than two point five seconds.

“She looks a little nervous,” Griffin observed dryly.

I flipped him off and said, “Get gone, boys. I’ll let you know what transpires.”

Griffin and Ridley snorted.

“We’ll be in the break room. Yell if you need us,” Ridley said just before he disappeared into the small room off to the side of the salon.

According to Annie, Liam Cornell would enter into the building and go straight to the back room.

Usually around this time, Annie was grabbing her supplies she’d need for the massage.

Liam Cornell would go into the room on his own, after calling out a hello to get ready for the massage.

So I didn’t confront him in the lobby.

I might have confronted him while he was naked.

Ok, I did. There was no might about it.

I waited until he’d gone as far as to lay on the table, face down.

I entered the room like I owned the place, ignored Cornell’s call of greeting and immediately placed my hands viciously on Cornell’s neck.

“I’m going to ask you one time and one time only. Are you fucking my wife?” I asked calmly.

Cornell stiffened under my hands, and I let him move when he put his arms onto the table and pushed up.

I stepped back, waiting to see what he’d do, and I wasn’t disappointed.

“And what if I am fucking your wife, Mr. Konn? What are you going to do about it?” He asked. “Furthermore, are you even sure that the baby she’s carrying is yours?”

I narrowed my eyes. “I’m not that stupid. I know the kid’s mine.”

“Do you? Are you sure she didn’t fuck someone at the hospital to switch the results?” He countered cruelly.

The doubts started to swirl.

She’d done that to me.

Fucked me over.

Who’s to say she didn’t do the same thing by blackmailing someone else?

“I see my words hit home,” Cornell said silkily. “And let me tell you this,” he said, moving closer. “I fuck her every night since you’re not there… right in your bed.”

Everything degraded from there.

My fist swung out and connected with his face.

There was a satisfying crack as my fist connected with his jaw.

Pain exploded in my hand as bone met bone, but I didn’t stop.

I hit him with a left. Right. Left.

Over and over again I hit him.

He, of course, tried to hit back.

But it didn’t work.

I was too quick.

I had skills he could never even imagine.

I’d grown up fighting.

I’d had to fight in order to survive.

My father may have been a Vodka billionaire, but he’d made me earn every single penny he gave me.

By fighting.

And to a kid of ten years old, I hadn’t known any different.

My mother never understood why I’d become the way I had.

Never understood why, after spending every summer at my father’s after their divorce, I was a different kid each time I came back to her.

And to this day, she still didn’t know just what my father made me do.

I understood it now, though.

Understood that my father was trying to prepare me for life.

I took no satisfaction in the way I effortlessly took Cornell down until he was panting and barely able to lift his head.

“The kid’s mine. My wife, however, you can have if she wants you,” I said, moving away from him. “Get the fuck out of here and don’t come back.”

I had to admit, I wasn’t happy with the way I’d reacted to him.

And by the smile he gave me as he shuffled out the door with his clothes in his arms, I knew that wouldn’t be the last time I saw him.

I just hoped that he didn’t do anything to Jennifer.

However, never once did it occur to me that it shouldn’t have been Jennifer I should worry about.