Page 78 of Perdition
Peering down at Sarah with wrath in his eyes, he sneered, “I thought I told you to get the fuck out of town.”
Sarah, glaring murder at Emily, seemed to flip the switch from crazy to sane in a blink. The woman pouted, batting her eyelashes at him like he hadn’t just spoken, and she hadn’t been eyeing Em for a place to stick the knife.
Sarah’s gaze moved from Frost to Emily, who hadn’t moved a millimeter. Her lips curling, her eyes darkening with twisted humor, she cooed, “I know you didn’t mean it, baby. You’re just mad because I was forced to tell your house cow the truth about us.”
The desire to kill had never risen so hard and fast—and he’d been seen some shit in the service that would make any man homicidal.
“Em already knows the truth, Sarah, not the bullshit you’ve been spouting.”
For a moment, Sarah’s smile dropped, the coyness falling away to reveal the wicked witch beneath—but then the mask was back in place.
“That’s not the truth, Frost, and you know it. You and me, we belong together, and you just won’t admit it because she’s here, and you’re trying to spare her feeling because she got fat having your kids.”
Em gasped, her body trembling—but it wasn’t with fear but rather anger. His wife was pissed as hell, he couldn’t blame her; he was pissed as hell, too.
Emily wasn’t fat—fuck no—she was lush and juicy, like a perfectly ripe peach, warm from the sun, soft flesh, and when you bite into it, the juices run down your chin. Em was the sweetest most delicious most addicting woman he could have ever imagined. And the best part? She’d only gotten more beautiful, more splendorous, and more amazing with age.
There wasn’t an ounce of that woman that he didn’t adore.
And it was his fault she no longer believed that.
Every muscle in his body locked as he peered down at the woman he’d once been fooled into caring about…and he hated her with every fiber of his being.
“Get the fuck out of my bar,” he snarled, planting his boot in the floor when he’d much rather be planting it in her chest. Never in his life had he wanted to do violence to a woman, until that moment. No one talked shit about his wife, especially to his face.
Sarah rolled her eyes, huffing, completely uncaring of the menace seeping from every male within reach of her neck.
“It isn’t like I haven’t said this before, and you didn’t mind then.”
Em stiffened, trying to pull away from him, but he held her right where she was. He was never letting her go again, especially when he knew she was upset.
Fuck if I’m gonna let her run off and cut me out again.
He’d only just gotten her to even be in the same room as him—and she was letting him touch her, hold her, kiss her—and he would damn well have that mouth again before the night was over. So fuck Sarah and her lies and delusions.
“You never insulted Em to my face, otherwise you’d never gotten a chance to get your claws into a second of my time,” Frost spat, but Sarah just carried on like she hadn’t heard him.
“And this isn’t your bar; it’s a public place,” Sarah remarked, like she just won the whole conversation.
“Called it,” Stephie shouted as she came to stand by Horde, who was hanging back at the table, beer in hand, gaze on the group. The man wasn’t a club officer, but he was still one of Frost’s most trusted men. Frost knew Horde was watching, waiting to step in and handle things if they got out of hand.
With Sarah, there was no telling what she had planned.
The scales had dropped from his eyes, and he now saw her for what she was: Mad Dog’s little spy.
Thank fuck Redtube was the master of digging up the truth.
Turning to face Stephie…and Val and Cilla and Nadia—Em’s girls—Sarah crossed her arms and lifted her chin in the air. A defensive stance. The woman finally realized she was in trouble, not like she acted like it in that next second.
“Looks like all the club bitches are here—good!” Sarah snapped, making Horde move out of the shadows, Patriot draw back his shoulders, Locust to grunt and glare daggers, and Redtube to smirk knowingly. The man knew what was coming because he’d done the dirty work.
“And why is that? You think you’re better than us or something?” Nadia asked, moving to stand beside Locust who tucked her into his side.
Cilla and Val went to their men as well, creating a wall of couples who were all casting looks of disgust and anger at the interloper.
The traitor.
Sarah swallowed nervously, making Frost think she just might call it quits and get the fuck out of there while she still had a chance. Then, she opened her mouth again.