murmurs.
“Scotch, please,” I grumble.
She nods, but she doesn’t leave. Instead, she walks warily around the room.
“So, have you been out at all today?” she asks in her usual odd fashion.
“Of course not. Why?” I grouse.
“Just curious. Anything new going on?”
Does she know about the divorce papers? What is she probing for? She’s so fucking weird
lately. It’s as though she’s hiding a secret, but I don’t know what.
“Nothing spectacular. Anything else?”
“No. I’ll grab you some scotch. Get a shower. You look terrible,” she adds before walking out.
“That’s random,” Kry scoffs as the door shuts to the soundproofed room.
I shake my head while leaning back.
“She does that a lot. I think she just doesn’t know what to say, so she says whatever strange thing
comes to her usually unsocial mind.”
“So the wedding?” he prompts, returning to our interrupted subject.
“I’m in the wedding party now. Jake was pretty thrilled with the honeymoon I offered to pay for.
I just have to get her to fall back in love with me. It won’t be easy, but eternity isn’t worth living
without her.”
Kry sighs out in exasperation, but he doesn’t argue with me. He misses her just like the rest of
them do. But no one misses her as much as I do. It’s killing me to be without her for so fucking long.
He walks out to leave me alone in the dark, and then I grab my phone to call the man who rarely
has any good news to offer.
“Hello?” he asks warily, knowing I’ll bark at him if he still hasn’t gotten any closer to what I’m
paying him to find.
“Well? Have you found my girl?” I ask while pulling the annulment papers she sent out of my
desk drawer.
I shake my head as I push them through the paper shredder where they belong.
I’m not getting my marriage annulled as though it never happened. I’m not divorcing her either.
She can have me. That’s her only option.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Cole, but it’s damn near impossible. The bounty hunter she’s staying with knows
how to clean a fucking trail, and he knows how to lie low. Any chance you can give me some insight
on her mother’s properties.”
Stupid asshole.
“If I knew where her mother’s properties were, I wouldn’t be fucking paying you to find her. Just
do your damn job!” I yell before crunching the phone in my hand when my anger swells to be too
much.
“Fuck!” I blare while throwing the pieces across the room.
Everything on my desk is suddenly raked off as I lose my sanity and throw the whole damn thing
through the wall of the room. Gasps emerge throughout the house, and Ther walks up with a frown.
I have to find her before I go fucking crazier than I already have. I have to prove it wasn’t me. I
have to make her love me again.
I drop to the ground as the tears climb free, and Ther walks away to leave me alone in my pile of
grief, allowing me to try to hold onto some dignity.
I don’t care about my dignity though. I just want my wife back.
“Damn it, Devin. Why did you have to pick a fight with Jace?” Hale gripes while following me
into the apartment.
“Why did I pick a fight? He did everything he could to provoke me. He couldn’t stop touching
her for five fucking seconds! She’s still my wife, Hale. She’s still my fucking wife!”
My tears threaten to fall, but I hold them back as I drop to the couch. Deacon keeps his lips
sealed as he proffers me a glass of scotch, and I shakily take it while trying to inhale its toxin.
“It’s been a week since the wedding fiasco, just drop it,” Camara says in my defense.
“He’s been hiding for a damn week,” Hale counters with exasperation.
“I haven’t been hiding; I’ve been trying to find my damn wife. I don’t know how in the fuck they
got away.”
The drink sloshes across my pants when my hands jerk to express my fury, and I roll my eyes at
the amber stain seeping into the fabric.
Gemma walks in, and I growl in
“Scotch, please,” I grumble.
She nods, but she doesn’t leave. Instead, she walks warily around the room.
“So, have you been out at all today?” she asks in her usual odd fashion.
“Of course not. Why?” I grouse.
“Just curious. Anything new going on?”
Does she know about the divorce papers? What is she probing for? She’s so fucking weird
lately. It’s as though she’s hiding a secret, but I don’t know what.
“Nothing spectacular. Anything else?”
“No. I’ll grab you some scotch. Get a shower. You look terrible,” she adds before walking out.
“That’s random,” Kry scoffs as the door shuts to the soundproofed room.
I shake my head while leaning back.
“She does that a lot. I think she just doesn’t know what to say, so she says whatever strange thing
comes to her usually unsocial mind.”
“So the wedding?” he prompts, returning to our interrupted subject.
“I’m in the wedding party now. Jake was pretty thrilled with the honeymoon I offered to pay for.
I just have to get her to fall back in love with me. It won’t be easy, but eternity isn’t worth living
without her.”
Kry sighs out in exasperation, but he doesn’t argue with me. He misses her just like the rest of
them do. But no one misses her as much as I do. It’s killing me to be without her for so fucking long.
He walks out to leave me alone in the dark, and then I grab my phone to call the man who rarely
has any good news to offer.
“Hello?” he asks warily, knowing I’ll bark at him if he still hasn’t gotten any closer to what I’m
paying him to find.
“Well? Have you found my girl?” I ask while pulling the annulment papers she sent out of my
desk drawer.
I shake my head as I push them through the paper shredder where they belong.
I’m not getting my marriage annulled as though it never happened. I’m not divorcing her either.
She can have me. That’s her only option.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Cole, but it’s damn near impossible. The bounty hunter she’s staying with knows
how to clean a fucking trail, and he knows how to lie low. Any chance you can give me some insight
on her mother’s properties.”
Stupid asshole.
“If I knew where her mother’s properties were, I wouldn’t be fucking paying you to find her. Just
do your damn job!” I yell before crunching the phone in my hand when my anger swells to be too
much.
“Fuck!” I blare while throwing the pieces across the room.
Everything on my desk is suddenly raked off as I lose my sanity and throw the whole damn thing
through the wall of the room. Gasps emerge throughout the house, and Ther walks up with a frown.
I have to find her before I go fucking crazier than I already have. I have to prove it wasn’t me. I
have to make her love me again.
I drop to the ground as the tears climb free, and Ther walks away to leave me alone in my pile of
grief, allowing me to try to hold onto some dignity.
I don’t care about my dignity though. I just want my wife back.
“Damn it, Devin. Why did you have to pick a fight with Jace?” Hale gripes while following me
into the apartment.
“Why did I pick a fight? He did everything he could to provoke me. He couldn’t stop touching
her for five fucking seconds! She’s still my wife, Hale. She’s still my fucking wife!”
My tears threaten to fall, but I hold them back as I drop to the couch. Deacon keeps his lips
sealed as he proffers me a glass of scotch, and I shakily take it while trying to inhale its toxin.
“It’s been a week since the wedding fiasco, just drop it,” Camara says in my defense.
“He’s been hiding for a damn week,” Hale counters with exasperation.
“I haven’t been hiding; I’ve been trying to find my damn wife. I don’t know how in the fuck they
got away.”
The drink sloshes across my pants when my hands jerk to express my fury, and I roll my eyes at
the amber stain seeping into the fabric.
Gemma walks in, and I growl in
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