don’t you dare act like you don’t have a choice in this, because I also know about your little ‘free will’ clause. You’re to be my wife and your safety is my concern, not his! Tell him to bring you back!”
“I don’t have to tell him, Mitch. He can hear you!”
“Oh really…? Then he can hear this, too… She’s not yours, you son of a bitch! Bring my wife back!”
Liam snatched the phone out of Olivia’s hand so fast, she didn’t see him move.
“She’s not your wife, you ignorant prick! And your selfish stupidity is going to get you both killed,” Liam growled, slamming the phone shut. At his mental command, the automatic window lowered, and he threw the phone out of the car.
Olivia stared at him in disbelief and then glanced into the rearview mirror, watching as his cell phone bounced down the freeway, shattering into pieces. Her jaw dropped. She was absolutely speechless. Okaay… That was a bit…unnecessary.
Liam glanced over at her, still wearing his amethyst glaring, badass scowl. “What?” he snapped.
Yikes! Mitch had really pushed his buttons.
Chapter Nine
“He hung up on me! That son of a bitch hung up on me!” Mitch said in disbelief, handing the phone back to Kim.
“She’s with Liam?” Roger asked, sounding utterly dumbfounded. He turned to Kim. “Are you telling me Olivia bailed on her wedding to take off with Liam? Impossible. There’s got to be more to it. She wouldn’t just leave like that. He’s been gone for three years!”
“I don’t know what she’s thinking, Roger. I just wish she would come home so we could talk about this.”
Mitch turned abruptly and stormed out the front door, snarling something foul under his breath. The door slammed behind him with a wall-rattling bang.
“I’ll go talk to him,” Ashley offered. By the time she got outside, he was already gone. But it wasn’t difficult to find him. The dull thuds and rapid-fire puff-puff…puff-puff-puff of Mitch’s punching bag echoed from the garage. Walking toward the sound, she stood in the doorway of the garage for few minutes, silently watching him wail on the blood red Tap Out bag. Occasionally, he’d let a flurry of leg kicks fly. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to guess who Mitch was picturing on the other end of his foot.Not good… He may be a tough guy in this world, but he wouldn’t stand a chance against Liam.
“Mitch…”
He continued to pound the bag, no doubt ignoring her.
“Mitch!” Ashley said louder.
“What?” he snapped, spinning around to glare at her. His sweat-soaked t-shirt clung to his biceps and heaving chest. Mitch yanked it over his head and wiped his face dry before tossing it into a crumpled heap next to the door.
Ashley was momentarily speechless and more than a little uncomfortable, standing in here with him. She couldn’t help that her eyes dropped to his lounge pants, clinging dangerously low on his muscle-trimmed hips. It was easy to see why so many girls found him attractive and why his reputation as a player preceded him. If he wasn’t about to marry her best friend, she would have probably given into the lure of his charms herself. But she’d been there, done that, and had the scars to prove it. Never again would she allow herself to fall into such temptation. Getting involved with one of Olivia’s exes had nearly killer her once. Casting her eyes to the ground, she asked. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m just great,” he snapped sarcastically. “Can’t you tell?”
Her eyes flicked to his burning gaze. “You know, you probably shouldn’t have yelled at him,” Ashley replied with an equal amount of snark. “I said he was an angel, not a saint. Provoking him isn’t going to help anything.”
“Do you have any idea where he’s taking her?” Mitch asked, dragging his fingers through his sweat-dampened hair.
“No. Somewhere safe, but even if I knew, I wouldn’t tell you. It’s too dangerous for you to go after
“I don’t have to tell him, Mitch. He can hear you!”
“Oh really…? Then he can hear this, too… She’s not yours, you son of a bitch! Bring my wife back!”
Liam snatched the phone out of Olivia’s hand so fast, she didn’t see him move.
“She’s not your wife, you ignorant prick! And your selfish stupidity is going to get you both killed,” Liam growled, slamming the phone shut. At his mental command, the automatic window lowered, and he threw the phone out of the car.
Olivia stared at him in disbelief and then glanced into the rearview mirror, watching as his cell phone bounced down the freeway, shattering into pieces. Her jaw dropped. She was absolutely speechless. Okaay… That was a bit…unnecessary.
Liam glanced over at her, still wearing his amethyst glaring, badass scowl. “What?” he snapped.
Yikes! Mitch had really pushed his buttons.
Chapter Nine
“He hung up on me! That son of a bitch hung up on me!” Mitch said in disbelief, handing the phone back to Kim.
“She’s with Liam?” Roger asked, sounding utterly dumbfounded. He turned to Kim. “Are you telling me Olivia bailed on her wedding to take off with Liam? Impossible. There’s got to be more to it. She wouldn’t just leave like that. He’s been gone for three years!”
“I don’t know what she’s thinking, Roger. I just wish she would come home so we could talk about this.”
Mitch turned abruptly and stormed out the front door, snarling something foul under his breath. The door slammed behind him with a wall-rattling bang.
“I’ll go talk to him,” Ashley offered. By the time she got outside, he was already gone. But it wasn’t difficult to find him. The dull thuds and rapid-fire puff-puff…puff-puff-puff of Mitch’s punching bag echoed from the garage. Walking toward the sound, she stood in the doorway of the garage for few minutes, silently watching him wail on the blood red Tap Out bag. Occasionally, he’d let a flurry of leg kicks fly. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to guess who Mitch was picturing on the other end of his foot.Not good… He may be a tough guy in this world, but he wouldn’t stand a chance against Liam.
“Mitch…”
He continued to pound the bag, no doubt ignoring her.
“Mitch!” Ashley said louder.
“What?” he snapped, spinning around to glare at her. His sweat-soaked t-shirt clung to his biceps and heaving chest. Mitch yanked it over his head and wiped his face dry before tossing it into a crumpled heap next to the door.
Ashley was momentarily speechless and more than a little uncomfortable, standing in here with him. She couldn’t help that her eyes dropped to his lounge pants, clinging dangerously low on his muscle-trimmed hips. It was easy to see why so many girls found him attractive and why his reputation as a player preceded him. If he wasn’t about to marry her best friend, she would have probably given into the lure of his charms herself. But she’d been there, done that, and had the scars to prove it. Never again would she allow herself to fall into such temptation. Getting involved with one of Olivia’s exes had nearly killer her once. Casting her eyes to the ground, she asked. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m just great,” he snapped sarcastically. “Can’t you tell?”
Her eyes flicked to his burning gaze. “You know, you probably shouldn’t have yelled at him,” Ashley replied with an equal amount of snark. “I said he was an angel, not a saint. Provoking him isn’t going to help anything.”
“Do you have any idea where he’s taking her?” Mitch asked, dragging his fingers through his sweat-dampened hair.
“No. Somewhere safe, but even if I knew, I wouldn’t tell you. It’s too dangerous for you to go after
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