Chapter One
“What do I have planned?” I repeated, as I paced thoughtfully in the middle of my living room.
“Yes. What exactly do you have planned?” Shane asked again, somewhat amused.
“To fucking kick her ass. That’s what I have planned. That bitch has been a fucking thorn in my side since the beginning. I need to scare her ass back to France, once and for all,” I practically growled at him, my fists now balled up at my sides.
“Emily, I know that you’re out for blood, but let’s face it. You don’t have the means to get a woman like Charlette Delacroix,” Shane informed me, as I continued to place around my apartment, trying to figure out how I would pay back that bitch for trying to kill me.
She obviously believed that offing me would get her Julien, but she was sadly mistaken. The look on his face, when I told him that Charlette had been the one who attacked me at the club, was one I would never forget. He was furious. Unfortunately, his expression soon changed to one of brokenness when I ended my relationship with him.
It was the hardest thing I had ever been forced to do. I felt like I had no choice. The woman was clearly desperate and would stop at nothing to get Julien to leave me for her. I needed her to believe she had won, to believe that she had successfully caused our demise. But in order to do that, I had to hurt the man I loved so desperately. I had to allow him to feel broken, yet again. The fact that I caused him such hurt, pained me to the core, but it was the only way. I needed to find a way to get Charlette out of our lives, once and for all.
“You think I don’t know that, Shane? Do you really think it hasn’t crossed my mind that I am dealing with sick, twisted fuck that will stop at nothing to take Julien away from me? His fucking wife!” I growled in his general direction, as I continued my pacing. I needed a plan.
“Well, will you at least sit down and eat something? You’ve only been out of the hospital for ten hours. You really should be resting,” he said, as he closed the short distance between us, before drawing me up in his arms in an attempt to offer comfort.
The resemblance between the brothers was remarkable. At that moment, I gasped at the sudden closeness, and felt my stomach churn at the realization that Julien wouldn’t be able to touch me like this until after Charlette was taken care off.
Pushing away from Shane, I sighed and sat on the couch, allowing my head to fall into my hands. My decision to let Julien go at the hospital seemed rational, at the time, but the more I thought about it, the more I wondered just what I was thinking. Shane was right. I had no way of really removing his ex-wife from our lives. Current wife, not ex?
Tears welled up in my eyes in an instant, as the severity of the situation crashed down on me with its full force. I was in no position to take on Charlette.
Shane, once again, closed the distance between us, kneeling down in front of me. “ Look, I know you are determined to make this woman pay. To be honest, I’d like to see the old bat pay myself, but you are in a way over your head,” he began, before lifting my face with his hand to meet his gaze. “My brother loves you, Emily, together you can stop Charlette. But if you insist on going after her, I will help you. Fuck, I have money to blow and dammit, I can’t stand to see a woman cry. Especially, since my brother would likely kill me if I allowed you to get into danger.
So what do you say?”
What do I say? Did he really have to ask?
“Fuck yeah!” I screamed, as I jumped into his arms, no doubt squeezing the life out of him.
“Whoa, whoa. Slow down, killer, we still need a plan. Between your fucking determination and my pockets, Charlette should be out of your life soon, and my brother will be happy again.”
I didn’t let up on his neck. Instead, I squeezed tighter, grateful that I had called him to get me out of the hospital, since my friends
“What do I have planned?” I repeated, as I paced thoughtfully in the middle of my living room.
“Yes. What exactly do you have planned?” Shane asked again, somewhat amused.
“To fucking kick her ass. That’s what I have planned. That bitch has been a fucking thorn in my side since the beginning. I need to scare her ass back to France, once and for all,” I practically growled at him, my fists now balled up at my sides.
“Emily, I know that you’re out for blood, but let’s face it. You don’t have the means to get a woman like Charlette Delacroix,” Shane informed me, as I continued to place around my apartment, trying to figure out how I would pay back that bitch for trying to kill me.
She obviously believed that offing me would get her Julien, but she was sadly mistaken. The look on his face, when I told him that Charlette had been the one who attacked me at the club, was one I would never forget. He was furious. Unfortunately, his expression soon changed to one of brokenness when I ended my relationship with him.
It was the hardest thing I had ever been forced to do. I felt like I had no choice. The woman was clearly desperate and would stop at nothing to get Julien to leave me for her. I needed her to believe she had won, to believe that she had successfully caused our demise. But in order to do that, I had to hurt the man I loved so desperately. I had to allow him to feel broken, yet again. The fact that I caused him such hurt, pained me to the core, but it was the only way. I needed to find a way to get Charlette out of our lives, once and for all.
“You think I don’t know that, Shane? Do you really think it hasn’t crossed my mind that I am dealing with sick, twisted fuck that will stop at nothing to take Julien away from me? His fucking wife!” I growled in his general direction, as I continued my pacing. I needed a plan.
“Well, will you at least sit down and eat something? You’ve only been out of the hospital for ten hours. You really should be resting,” he said, as he closed the short distance between us, before drawing me up in his arms in an attempt to offer comfort.
The resemblance between the brothers was remarkable. At that moment, I gasped at the sudden closeness, and felt my stomach churn at the realization that Julien wouldn’t be able to touch me like this until after Charlette was taken care off.
Pushing away from Shane, I sighed and sat on the couch, allowing my head to fall into my hands. My decision to let Julien go at the hospital seemed rational, at the time, but the more I thought about it, the more I wondered just what I was thinking. Shane was right. I had no way of really removing his ex-wife from our lives. Current wife, not ex?
Tears welled up in my eyes in an instant, as the severity of the situation crashed down on me with its full force. I was in no position to take on Charlette.
Shane, once again, closed the distance between us, kneeling down in front of me. “ Look, I know you are determined to make this woman pay. To be honest, I’d like to see the old bat pay myself, but you are in a way over your head,” he began, before lifting my face with his hand to meet his gaze. “My brother loves you, Emily, together you can stop Charlette. But if you insist on going after her, I will help you. Fuck, I have money to blow and dammit, I can’t stand to see a woman cry. Especially, since my brother would likely kill me if I allowed you to get into danger.
So what do you say?”
What do I say? Did he really have to ask?
“Fuck yeah!” I screamed, as I jumped into his arms, no doubt squeezing the life out of him.
“Whoa, whoa. Slow down, killer, we still need a plan. Between your fucking determination and my pockets, Charlette should be out of your life soon, and my brother will be happy again.”
I didn’t let up on his neck. Instead, I squeezed tighter, grateful that I had called him to get me out of the hospital, since my friends
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