Hendrix - Kelsey Clayton Page 0,41
going to get up, and I'm going to kill the fucker. I glance over at Tessa, who genuinely looks alarmed, and I know I can't just do nothing. It's not an option.
“Can you watch her?” I ask, and she nods immediately.
“Of course. Go.”
Slipping out from under Brenna, I get up and grab my keys from the counter. As I go to shut the front door, I see Asher behind me.
“What are you doing?”
He slips past me and out the door. “Coming with you.”
I shake my head. “So that you can hold me back? Not a fucking chance.”
His hands raise in innocence. “I'm just going to make sure you don't do anything drastic and go to jail. I can’t go to the Super Bowl without you.”
He's speaking in hushed tones so Brenna can't hear us, but he must be able to see in my eyes that it's a legitimate possibility. Instead of fighting with him over it, I nod, and the two of us climb into my car.
MY FIST POUNDS AGAINST Saige's door, not caring at all that it's almost midnight. When she opens it, her eyes widen. She looks around me and at the car, where Asher leans against the passenger side.
“What are you doing?” she questions. “Where's Brenna?”
I push past her and into the house. “Where is he?”
“Who?”
“Topher. Where the fuck is he?”
She looks perplexed for a second before realization sets in. I don't even need to ask if it's true. It's written all over her face.
“Colby, don't do this,” she pleads.
“Babe?” Topher calls from the kitchen. “Who's at the door?”
My blood boils as I see the fear in her eyes, and it's not over what I'm going to do. It's because of him. Because he treats her like his own personal punching bag. She tries to grab my arm, but I yank it away and march toward him. When he sees me turn the corner, his eyes narrow.
“The fuck are you doing here?”
I grab him by the shirt and slam him against the wall. “You think you're a fucking tough guy, huh? Think you can fucking toss girls around for sport?”
He uses his acting skills to look genuinely confused. “Did she tell you that?”
I'm not buying the performance. I know Saige well enough to be able to read her, and she didn't even have to say it out loud. I pull him away from the wall and slam him up against it again, hearing the sheetrock crack.
“Stop!” Saige shouts. “Please, Colby! Stop!”
I get up in his face, close enough where he can feel my breath on his skin. “What kind of piece of shit beats his fiancé? Did that make you feel like a man? Did you feel strong?” I throw him onto the ground. “Let's see how fucking tough you are against me, you fucking prick.”
He gets up and goes to lunge at me but stops as soon as he glances behind me. Asher is standing behind Saige, not intruding or getting involved, just having my back. I walk up to Topher and grab the collar of his shirt again.
“Colby!” Saige is now in tears as she tries to get me to stop.
I look over at her and soften slightly, but it's not enough. “Get in the car, Saige.”
She shakes her head. “No, just leave him alone. I've got it handled. Please.”
“Handled? Look at your side! You call that handled?” No way in hell am I leaving her here. “Hate me for this all you want, but do it from somewhere else. Get in the fucking car!”
Finally listening, she turns around and scurries from the room. I turn my attention back at Topher, who is unmoving in my grasp. Maybe he's got a brain when it comes to staying alive.
“I ever see you anywhere near her again, I swear to God, I'll rip your heart straight from your fucking chest,” I hiss. “I've got a lot of connections and more than enough money. I can kill you in broad daylight and make it look like a goddamn accident. Do you understand me?”
He nods like a coward, and the second I let go, he falls to the floor. I turn around and walk past Asher, grabbing Saige's purse and car keys from the table in the hallway. When he steps outside, I can see Saige in the passenger seat of my car, safe. A hysterical mess, maybe, but she's safe.
I hand Saige's keys to Asher. “Bring her car back to my place.”
“You got it.”
He does what I ask