CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
He keyed in the code to his front door still angry and confused.
He came all this way for her bullshit? He couldn’t believe it.
As he opened his door, he was phoning her again.
But still no answer. She wasn’t at the hospital.
They didn’t even have a suicide attempt to come in all day. What kind of game was she playing at?
He entered his home, slammed the door shut with a back kick of his shoe, and made his way around the foyer. He was just about to phone her again. But was met with a surprise. “Kem?” he asked.
“One in the same.”
She was seated in one of his chairs, her legs folded, her hands poised as if she was the queen of Sheba. And it just pissed him off. “How did you get in my house?”
“One of your maids let me in before she left. I told her I left my bra in your bedroom, and she wanted no parts of that. I gladly entered, she left, and I stayed. I knew you’d come.
” Then she smiled. Which made his skin crawl.
To think he once thought that psycho was wife material. “Wanna fuck?” she asked him.
Was she insane? “Fuck no!” he said emphatically. “I want you to get out of my house!”
She stood up. And her smile was gone. “Make me,” she said.
Hawk tossed his phone on a side table and began to hurry toward her.
“Get him, boys,” she said, looking beyond him.
And before Hawk could turn around, two big, burly men appeared, grabbed him from behind and began beating him down with a golf club and a baseball bat and their fists and their shoes and anything else they could beat him down with.
Hawk was trying to fight back, but he was flailing at air. They were too big, too powerful and the element of surprise that had been on their side still gave them the advantage. They beat his ass.
Kemberly watched the whole thing. She relished in it.
And when they finally dropped him, and he was coughing up blood, her face lid up.
“We should have fucked,” she said. Then that look of hate in her eyes returned.
And she, followed by her “boys” walked out of his front door. They left him for dead.