I asked him.
“Not sure. She saw me come through the door and headed me off at the pass. I didn’t get a chance to assess the situation.” With a slap to my shoulder, he took off for his truck and I stepped inside.
Obnoxious disco music blasted through the speakers and it took a second for my eyes to adjust to the flashing lights. As soon as they did, I began searching for my wife.
A loud squeal in the far right corner caught my attention. I watched my barely twenty year old baby sister scream something to my wife and Piper, before slamming a shot. My wife went next. Last, was Piper.
“I’m going to kill her,” Gage growled from behind me.
“Yep,” was all I managed to get out.
Sarah saw me coming first. I would have found her deer-in-headlights expression amusing, had I not been so pissed off. I watched her elbow Ellison and drunkenly shout something.
Ellison’s head snapped up and her eyes darted all over the bar. When they finally landed on me, she mouthed, “Oh shit.”
Oh shit is right, baby.
“Wait for us at the truck,” I told Sarah, as soon as I reached them. She opened her mouth to argue, but saw how angry I was and apparently changed her mind. In a flash she grabbed her purse and took off for the door.
“Traitor!” Ellison shouted after her.
Her golden eyes turned to me. “Please don’t be mad at her.” As I glared down at my wife, I assessed her state of being. Her hair was all over the place, her make-up was smeared and her red dress had dark stains on it. She looked as if she’d been dragged through the mud…or worse. I glared over at Piper and she shot me a dirty look.
“Where’s Mac?” I asked.
“Spending the night with my dad,” Ellie answered.
“What the hell has gotten into you?”
“You came home early,” she announced, as if I wasn’t aware of this fact. “Don’t be mad, Max. We have been dancing and having the best time.” Normally, I loved a drunk Ellison. A drunk Ellison liked to let go and have a good time. A drunk Ellison was also a horny Ellison, something I thoroughly enjoyed…or I used to. Right now, I didn’t know what to think. My wife felt the need to lie to me, just so she could have a night out with her friends. Is this what we’ve become?
Shaking my head, I snagged her hand. “Let’s go.”
“Okay.” She hopped off the bar stool and wobbled. I reached out to steady her. Even with the black shit on it, her dress was hot…and those heels… damn. She gave a happy wave to Zane and some other guy as we passed the bar.
“Did someone pay?” I asked Zane.
“Yep,” he replied.
“Later,” I told him. As we exited to the parking lot, I could see Sarah standing by my truck. “She is barely twenty years old,” I stated.
“You’d never know it by how she acts,” Ellie replied.
This was true. Our mother died when Sarah was a baby. Our father, who was a drug addicted scum bag, was shot and killed in our house. Sarah was twelve years old and hiding in her closet when it happened. She saw the face of my father’s murderer, which sent us into hiding for five years. For safety purposes, I agreed to send her to Scotland, where she entered University a year earlier than normal. Instead of finishing out her last year, she’d decided to come back early and move in with us. I knew something was up, but hadn’t pushed for a reason. I had enough to deal with. At the moment, my sister was the least of my worries.
“We are responsible for her, Ellison.”
“You forget, Max, Sarah has been drinking since she turned eighteen. Anyway,” she flipped her wrist in the air, “your sister is not why you are mad. Piper wanted a bachelorette party. You guys took over and decided how it was going to be.” She flipped her hand through the air again. “We didn’t like your plans, so we altered them a bit.”
Placing my hand on her arm, I stopped her. “I admit. Selfishly, I did not want you to have strippers at Piper’s bachelorette party. However,
“Not sure. She saw me come through the door and headed me off at the pass. I didn’t get a chance to assess the situation.” With a slap to my shoulder, he took off for his truck and I stepped inside.
Obnoxious disco music blasted through the speakers and it took a second for my eyes to adjust to the flashing lights. As soon as they did, I began searching for my wife.
A loud squeal in the far right corner caught my attention. I watched my barely twenty year old baby sister scream something to my wife and Piper, before slamming a shot. My wife went next. Last, was Piper.
“I’m going to kill her,” Gage growled from behind me.
“Yep,” was all I managed to get out.
Sarah saw me coming first. I would have found her deer-in-headlights expression amusing, had I not been so pissed off. I watched her elbow Ellison and drunkenly shout something.
Ellison’s head snapped up and her eyes darted all over the bar. When they finally landed on me, she mouthed, “Oh shit.”
Oh shit is right, baby.
“Wait for us at the truck,” I told Sarah, as soon as I reached them. She opened her mouth to argue, but saw how angry I was and apparently changed her mind. In a flash she grabbed her purse and took off for the door.
“Traitor!” Ellison shouted after her.
Her golden eyes turned to me. “Please don’t be mad at her.” As I glared down at my wife, I assessed her state of being. Her hair was all over the place, her make-up was smeared and her red dress had dark stains on it. She looked as if she’d been dragged through the mud…or worse. I glared over at Piper and she shot me a dirty look.
“Where’s Mac?” I asked.
“Spending the night with my dad,” Ellie answered.
“What the hell has gotten into you?”
“You came home early,” she announced, as if I wasn’t aware of this fact. “Don’t be mad, Max. We have been dancing and having the best time.” Normally, I loved a drunk Ellison. A drunk Ellison liked to let go and have a good time. A drunk Ellison was also a horny Ellison, something I thoroughly enjoyed…or I used to. Right now, I didn’t know what to think. My wife felt the need to lie to me, just so she could have a night out with her friends. Is this what we’ve become?
Shaking my head, I snagged her hand. “Let’s go.”
“Okay.” She hopped off the bar stool and wobbled. I reached out to steady her. Even with the black shit on it, her dress was hot…and those heels… damn. She gave a happy wave to Zane and some other guy as we passed the bar.
“Did someone pay?” I asked Zane.
“Yep,” he replied.
“Later,” I told him. As we exited to the parking lot, I could see Sarah standing by my truck. “She is barely twenty years old,” I stated.
“You’d never know it by how she acts,” Ellie replied.
This was true. Our mother died when Sarah was a baby. Our father, who was a drug addicted scum bag, was shot and killed in our house. Sarah was twelve years old and hiding in her closet when it happened. She saw the face of my father’s murderer, which sent us into hiding for five years. For safety purposes, I agreed to send her to Scotland, where she entered University a year earlier than normal. Instead of finishing out her last year, she’d decided to come back early and move in with us. I knew something was up, but hadn’t pushed for a reason. I had enough to deal with. At the moment, my sister was the least of my worries.
“We are responsible for her, Ellison.”
“You forget, Max, Sarah has been drinking since she turned eighteen. Anyway,” she flipped her wrist in the air, “your sister is not why you are mad. Piper wanted a bachelorette party. You guys took over and decided how it was going to be.” She flipped her hand through the air again. “We didn’t like your plans, so we altered them a bit.”
Placing my hand on her arm, I stopped her. “I admit. Selfishly, I did not want you to have strippers at Piper’s bachelorette party. However,
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