The Slow Burn (Moonlight and Motor Oil #2) - Kristen Ashley Page 0,9

seven million times, it didn’t sink in that you might wanna give your wife and son better. I know this because nothing changed. I also know this because I walked in on you fucking another woman.”

What was happening sunk in.

That beautiful woman had a baby with this asshole guy.

They were married.

And this fuckwad cheated on her.

She’d seen him do it.

Shit.

“I’ll get in another band soon and then—” the asshole guy started.

“Do not try to feed me that again, Perry. I believed it two years ago. Do you honestly think I’ll believe it now?”

“So, right,” Perry bit out, not trying it on anymore. He was again pissed. “Now you get to make the decision we’re done then you clean out the apartment and the bank accounts and take off?”

“You cheated on me and we were done so I moved, Perry. I took my stuff. I left yours. That stuff that’s mine includes what’s in the bank accounts since every penny in them I earned,” Addie explained.

Toby could not believe this moron had cheated on her.

Jesus.

Was the man blind?

“When I got back after you split, there was nothing in the place but my clothes,” the moron retorted.

“Which is what you brought to our marriage and all you contributed to our marriage, so that’s all you’ll get out of it.”

“It took me a week to get up here because I had to raise the cash for gas since you took it all and canceled our credit cards,” Perry complained.

“My credit cards,” she fired back. “Your name was on them. I paid them.”

Man, this woman had some serious sass.

And she was laying his ass out.

It would be really fucking righteous, if what was happening didn’t suck.

Perry raised his hand quickly to his forehead, slamming his fingers against it and then sending his hand flying out, and Toby braced to lock things down because if this dude was stupid enough to cheat on his beautiful wife with all her righteous attitude, he’d be stupid enough to do something even more dickish to her surrounded by three men.

The asshole made this irate move, stating, “Can you not see how totally fucked up it is, some bitch cleans out an apartment and takes a man’s kid then takes off without even a fuckin’ note?”

Toby found himself swallowing a growl that the man had called her a bitch.

“You were inside her,” Addie whispered.

At that, precisely the way she said it, Toby’s focus locked on her, and like it had a mind of its own, his body moved nearer to hers.

“Baby, can we please talk about this without an audience?” Perry begged.

“She looked at me. You looked at me. You looked right in my eyes when you were connected to another woman,” Addie said, her voice dripping with hurt.

“I tried to come after you.”

“With your dick wet from another woman.”

The moron went silent.

Toby still didn’t look at him.

His attention was riveted to her.

How could she be even more beautiful showing her pain?

“This is how this is going to go,” she said softly. “I’m moving up here. I got a job in the grocery store. I start on Monday. I’ve already contacted an attorney. She’s started divorce proceedings. You will pay child support. You will take financial responsibility for the child you very enjoyably had a hand in creating. We’ll see what part of his life you’ll play, but that will be up to me. But he’ll be up here with me and Izzy. And you’ll be down there with your broken promises and your ridiculous dreams.”

“My dreams aren’t ridiculous,” Perry clipped out, clearly insulted by that, and not all the shit she’d been saying about him being a dick of a partner, a cheat, and shit at being a dad.

The selfish ass.

“You wanna be the lead singer of a rock ’n’ roll band and no, that’s not ridiculous. The ridiculous part is you think that’ll happen sitting on a couch, drinking beer,” Addie told him.

“You’re not going to take my son from me,” he threatened.

“Too late, I already did. But just saying, Perry, you never actually had him because you never actually claimed him.”

“We’ll see how this goes,” he snarled.

It was then Toby tensed when Addie got in his space.

“I know how it’ll go so listen up,” she hissed. “I’ll work until I drop to fight for what’s right for my son. I’ll sell my body if I need to, to give him not only what he needs but even just a little bit of what he wants. And