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“I’m their father!” Madden yelled. “You do as I say, Bry! I pay for fuckin’ everything.”
“Damn right, you do! You made Maci ill. Madden, you are the one who can’t keep it in his pants! You cheated on me six months after we got together. And you think I owe you? I was the idiot who was so in love with you. I thought everyone was lying because they were jealous. That’s what you told me, wasn’t it? Right up until I caught you in bed with the two maids!”
“Maybe you should’ve put out!” Madden shouted back.
“I was nine months fucking pregnant with Maci, you prick!”
“Yes, you were fat. I didn’t want to fuck you,” Madden agreed.
As usual, when talking to him, I felt like my head was spinning.
“I should have put out, but was too chunky because I was due to drop our baby?” I hissed.
“Yeah. You shouldn’t have got knocked up, Bry. One damn brat was enough,” Madden snapped, dropping his movie star stance.
His eyes turned piggy mean like they used to, and his mouth screwed up petulantly. There he was, the real man. A spoiled, petty, shallow guy who threw tantrums to get his own way.
“Nice. That’s your daughter you’re speaking about. Oh, and you know she’s yours because you had them both DNA tested in an effort to get out of paying child support. The judge wasn’t too amused, if I remembered correctly. What damn idiot admits he knew his wife was faithful but demands a DNA test all the same? You do!”
“Shut up. You always thought you were so much smarter than me!” Madden yelled.
“Because I am!”
“Shut it, Bry, and do as you’re told, or I’ll stop paying for those leeches,” Madden threatened.
“Leeches?” I shrieked.
“Bloodsuckers,” Madden agreed.
“You can’t refuse to pay. You were ordered by the court, and when you refused, the judge ensured it was taken by order from your bank. Remember what he warned the last time we were in court, and you were messing around? He threatened to take the maximum amount from your movie payments, royalties, and businesses.”
“My lawyer says he can’t do that,” Madden retorted.
“Go ahead and test him. I’d be happy taking thirty million off you per film.”
“Fuckin’ bitch. Why can’t you just get on a plane and have a few photos taken with us looking friendly? Why is everything so awkward with you, Bry?”
“Because I put the kids first, unlike you!”
“They’re freaks!” Madden bellowed.
“That’s enough!” a voice snapped, and I spun around, shocked. Leaning over the fence was Soul, Priest, and another guy I didn’t recognise. All three of them had mobiles out, and I wondered what the hell was happening.
“Who are you?” Madden turned aggressive after seeing the phones aimed at him.
“Just a friendly neighbour whose night your selfish, cruel, spite-riddled argument disturbed. Why don’t you fuck off, bud?” Soul demanded.
“Yeah, like you’ve got a horse in this race,” Madden sneered, and then he straightened. “You banging her?”
“Madden!” I exclaimed.
“Dude, if I were, I’d not admit it to a chump like you,” Soul retorted.
“Yeah. Bry would probably open her legs for a bit of rough.” Madden laughed.
“That’s enough. I don’t give a fuck how famous you are. I wonder what your legions of fans would say if they saw the videos we took,” Priest replied.
Madden paled, and I leaned back against the wall.
