Chapter 69 Everett
SIXTY-NINE
EVERETT
Isit at the bar, working on a drink. I’m not sure how many I’ve had at this point. I’ve been here since they opened.
The club is packed on this Friday night. I’m not in a people mood, but I’m in a get-fucked-up mood, and the loud music is drowning out my thoughts. So that helps. Plus, my house is the first place Kashton will go to look for me when he realizes I’m not returning to Carnage.
I spent the day with Janice, pretending to care about food and decorations for a birthday party I don’t want to have, when all I wanted to do was bang my head up against a wall.
Needing to use the restroom, I get up from the bar. I’m hovering over the toilet—you couldn’t pay me enough to sit on them—when I hear the door open and close and several sets of heels clap on the floor.
“Fuck. That man is so fine,” one of them says dreamily.
“Tyson Crawford is definitely my type,” another laughs.
“Yeah, well…did you see the guy who walked in right before us? He’s my type. Motorcycle and all. He can take me for a ride anytime.”
“No. Who was it?” another asks.
“Kashton Pierce.”
I hold in a sigh. No doubt Adam called him, and he’s here to drag me home.
“Bitch, I’d take both of them, and don’t pretend you’d turn down Tyson,” one giggles and I roll my eyes.
“Who’s the Kashton guy?” a third voice questions.
I snort at that. Only the most amazing man alive.
“He’s a Lord.”
“They both are,” one corrects her.
“What’s a Lord? That like some kind of fraternity or something?”
“Yeah,” the first one answers, and I smirk. If that’s what you want to call them.
“They’re the reason I didn’t get to go to Barrington,” one whines.
“But your sister Millie went, didn’t she?”
“Yep. She and her best friend went to the House of Lords for a party, and her friend got knocked up by one. The guy got in deep shit for having sex—which is crazy because I’ve been told it’s one big orgy—anyway, his father paid her two hundred and fifty thousand to have an abortion.”
I exit the stall and walk over to wash my hands. They glance at me but continue their conversation.
“Fuck that. I would have had the baby. She could have gotten way more than that in child support.” One frowns, looking at herself in the mirror. “Aren’t they rich?”
“I don’t think all of them are, but the majority, yes.”
“Anyway,” the third girl says, “they’re both married.”
“Kashton isn’t,” the brunette argues.
“Yes, he is.” She runs her hands through her hair. “I looked, and he’s wearing a wedding ring.”
The original one snorts. “Like they fucking care. My sister told me what went on at those parties. They all pass their girlfriends and wives around. Plus, they have more side chicks than days of the week. I’m going to shoot my shot.” She pops open her lipstick and smears it over her trout pout.
It makes me think of the Spade brothers and Ashtyn. How Saint passed her around to his friends. Not like she had a choice. Saint is partly at fault for the way Ashtyn is. He made her the center of all their lives knowing he would one day take that away from her.
“Like Kashton will turn you down.” The redhead laughs. “Are you still on the pill?”
“Yeah, but I was on antibiotics last week.” She winks, and I want to slam her face into the counter. Up until now I didn’t mind her infatuation with my husband. I mean, I get it. He’s hard to resist. “I’ve had baby fever the last few months.”
“Your mother would kill you,” one tells her with a frown.
“She’d be mad at first, but I think she’d come around.”
“Good luck,” I can’t help but join their conversation, smiling at her in the mirror.
All three of them look at me. The one in the center, the one planning on fucking my husband, smirks at me.
“Our girl doesn’t need luck,” the redhead quips. “Just look at her.”
I take the invitation and examine her. Short dark bob with a glittery silver dress and Gucci heels. She’s pretty, but I don’t care who she thinks she is; my husband won’t want anything to do with her. “I don’t think you’re his type.”
Her brown eyes narrow on me, and I smile, drying off my hands before exiting the bathroom and making my way back to the bar. I stand at the far end right off the hallway so I can scan the club while “Sweat” by Open Till L8 blasts throughout.
I spot Kashton across from me at the opposite end immediately. You can’t miss him under the flashing neon lights. He’s standing, giving me a side view as he speaks to Colton and Alex.
“Another?” the bartender hollers over the music, noticing my return.
I nod at him while staring at my husband, waiting for him to glance my way.
“Here you go.” The bartender drops my drink in front of me, and I catch sight of the woman come into view while she rounds the bar.
I stand up straighter when she walks right up to Kashton. It’s hard to miss the disco ball she’s wearing.
Alex notices her, but Colt and Kash both ignore the bitch. She bumps into my husband, and he glances her way and then steps back from the bar, giving her space.
Good boy. I’ll rip his balls off if he entertains her advances.
She frowns, looking across the bar at her friends, who are nodding and smiling, encouraging her to try harder.
This bitch.
She taps his arm, and he looks down at her. Rising on her tiptoes, she cups her mouth, trying to talk to him.
His eyes find mine across the bar the moment heat rolls over my body like a raging fire when she leans into him.
Picking up my drink, I begin to move, shoving my way through the club and to the opposite side. As I approach them, Kashton reaches out to grab my arm, but I pull away, walk up to her, and throw my drink on her.
She gasps, her arms flying out to her sides when she steps back. “What the—”
“He’s married. Fucking bitch.” I punch her in the face.
She immediately falls to the floor, passed out. One hit to the face, and she’s out.
That felt good, to let out a little aggression, but don’t try and fuck someone you know belongs to someone else. I’m his wife. Not some fuck he sees every other Monday.
Her friends rush over and try to help her up, but Alex intervenes.
“Everett.” An arm wraps around me from behind and my heels are lifted out from underneath me. I’m hauled back through the crowd and set down on my Jimmy Choos in the hallway that leads to the bathroom.
I spin around to yell at Kash, but he wraps his hand around my throat, shoving my back into the wall. “Goddammit, Eve,” he growls in my face.
“I’m sorry for interrupting. Did you want to fuck her?” I snap, breathing heavily.
His hard eyes search mine, and I glance at his lips, licking mine. Fuck, I’m so horny. I want him to fuck me in front of the bitch. Show her what she’s missing while showing he’s taken.
My hands fist his shirt, and I pull him closer to me, wanting his body on top of mine.
I lean into him, and he goes to kiss me, but Colton comes up next to us. “Tyson wants to see you two in his office.”
“Fuck,” Kashton hisses, letting go of my neck. He grabs my hand, yanking me from the hallway and to the elevator.
My anger grows at Tyson interrupting. I need some hate fuck right now. Put me in my place while he proves to me that I’m the only one he wants. Is that too much for a woman to ask?
KASHTON
I pull her into Ty’s office and shut the door behind me.
“Sit,” I order, guiding her into a chair, and she huffs but stays put.
Alex smiles at her, and she gives him a death glare. He doesn’t want to fuck with her right now. She’s worked up and needs an outlet. If she decides to use his face, I’m not going to stop her.
Tyson stands behind his desk, sleeves rolled up and hands shoved into the pockets of his dress slacks.
He looks like a dad trying to decide how to discipline his kids.
“And here I thought Sin was going to be my biggest problem.” He sighs.
“Then you two show up.” Moving his hands to his hips, he glares at Eve. “What the fuck was that?”
“Tyson—”
“She’s wanted for murder, kidnapping, and sex trafficking.” He interrupts me. “The list goes on.”
“We both know she didn’t do it.” I argue. I might be pissed at my wife for the scene she just caused, but I’m going to defend her.
“They don’t know that.” Ty looks over at Colton and demands, “Where the fuck are Finn and Jenks?”
“With the girls,” Colt answers. “Making sure no police reports will be filed.”
The door opens, and I look to see the detective who wants to frame my wife for murder enter the room, followed by some younger guy dressed in his police uniform.
Fuck this night.
“What are the odds?” Detective Haynes comes to a stop, spotting Eve. “Officer Anders, take this woman into custody.”
“With pleasure,” the kid says, pulling the handcuffs free from his duty belt.
Alex and Colton both stand, but I’m quicker. I remove my pocketknife and flip it open. Stepping into the detective, I slam it to the hilt into his upper thigh, making him hiss. “Goddammit.”
The other pulls out his gun and trains it on me. Everyone else in the room does the same, but theirs are pointed at the young cop.
“If he touches my wife, I’m going to slice your neck open. Do you understand me?”
He swallows, his wide eyes going to the punk kid who I can see out of the corner of my eye remains by the door with his gun pointed at me. The detective growls, “She’s a murderer.”
I don’t deny it, twisting the knife a little. “I’m going to murder you if he touches her.”
Baring his teeth, he tries to catch his breath. “Stand…down,” he tells the kid.
“But—”
“Stand down,” he shouts, and the cop puts his gun away. Everyone else keeps theirs trained at him just in case.
“Leave.” It’s Tyson who gives the order, and I yank my knife from the detective’s leg, making him grunt. It wasn’t deep enough to kill the man, but he’ll need stitches.
“Tyson—”
“We’re in the middle of an important meeting. Get the fuck out. Next time, you call and give me a heads-up before you walk into my club.” He glares at the kid. “And don’t ever come here dressed in uniform again.”