I askedJosh if he could take Jax someplace while I handled my ex. He hesitated, wanting to be around if I needed anything. Then asked someone else on the team to keep an eye on us.
I didn’t need protecting from this man. I was angry enough to kill.
The second Jax was out of ear shot, I fired a hard palm against Max’s shoulder. “You knew, didn’t you? That’s why you asked me to come here today?”
He snarled. “I know everything that goes on in my town.” He brushed his hands against each other. “Two birds’ baby. That loser off my team and away from my family.”
“We are not yours. And in just a few weeks you’ll have no claim to Jax. You’re dead to him for all I give a shit.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“I hope you’re proud of yourself Max, because now I’m not going to feel sorry for you. Now I’m takingeverything,” I gritted.
“You never felt sorry for me. You were just a pretty little blond who wanted a pretty jock. And when you realized you couldn’t fuck anyone else while with me, you left.”
“You’re demented. Are you really believing your own lies now?”
That was when I realized that people were probably listening. The right people.
Or in my case, the wrong ones.
I shook my head, my voice falling to a whisper. “You fucking tricked me, you son of a bitch.”
He started removing his gear as if I weren’t even there, threatening to take everything from him.
“See babe, now, I don’t have to do a thing.” He raised his arms, flashing a diabolical grin. “It’s all done. Danes realized that everything he wants, belongs tome. And the guy went running. Again.”
I shook my head at his pompousness. Somehow after all these years, still amazed by it.
I grabbed my purse and went to get Jax. Deciding I needed to contact my attorney and make some serious changes to my terms.
And it wouldn’t matter if it affected my job, because in a matter of weeks, Jax and I would be packing up and getting the hell out of this town.
I found Josh, who for some odd reason, felt terrible. It was in his nature to feel responsible for everything. “Rayne—I had no idea what Max was planning, I am so sorry.”
“How did he find out?”
He rolled his eyes. “It’s Max. But my guess is…someone at the rink who knew you and Jax. And I’m willing to bet he’d known for a while. Just waiting for the right moment to strike.”
My eyes welled. “I’m an idiot.”
“Hey, do you want me to take Jax home with me to hang with Brody? While you go…find Logan?”
I swallowed.
Find Logan.
What on earth was I to say? His arctic gaze was permanently engraved in my mind. Coupled with the set of his jaw when he carefully told me to take my hands off him.
My heart ached and my chest heaved.
“Yeah. I need to find him and…” my eyes lifted to Josh’s. “Would you mind calling Sam and letting her know…maybe she could come by too, so Jax doesn’t feel alone at your place.”
He gave a half smile and something that resembled a blush. “I’m happy to. Don't worry about anything. He’s not worth it. Whatever this fight is, you’re going to win it.” His gaze shifted to where Max stood. “And uh…don’t quit over this. You don’t have to worry about him.”
“I’m not quitting, Josh.” I gave him a warm smile.
When I’m done with Max Withers, he’ll be the one who’ll want to flee.
