“Now, why would I do that? I hear your old man is sick and soon this is gonna all be yours.”
Stopping dead in my tracks, I growled. “What the fuck are you doing here, Hunter?”
“George!” My former business partner and ex-best friend smiled as he greeted me.
Hunter Dukes and I attended the same medical school, and, for a very short fucking time, he was my best friend and business partner. That was until I found him fucking my former fiancée, Emily, in my motherfucking office. But seeing him standing next to Josephine, and the stupid shit-eating grin on his face, the same grin I’d seen on one of the sweetest little boys in the world, I growled because it didn’t take me but a nanosecond to put together that Hunter Dukes was none other than FreddiefuckingHennessy.
The con artist!
The same motherfucker who broke my best friend’s heart.
There was a medical term that described when a sane person lost all reason and did something completely out of character and for the life of me, I couldn’t think of what it was, because when the motherfucker touched Josephine, I charged the slimy bastard and tackled him to the fucking ground.
“GEORGE!” Josie screeched.
Ignoring her, I threw my arm back and punched the fucker in the nose. Motherfucker thought he could come back and hurt my best friend more, well he was in for a rude awakening.
No one was going to hurt Josie ever again.
Not on my watch.
I was about to take another swing when powerful arms wrapped around me and hauled me off the slimy bastard.
“Calm down, George,” I vaguely heard King say.
“Fuck, man.” Hunter rolled over, spitting blood on the ground. “What the hell? Is that how you greet all your friends?”
“You are not my fucking friend, asshole,” I seethed as Josie rushed over to me, grabbing my hand to take a good look at it, and I let her.
“So, you and my wife, huh?”
Without thinking, I wrapped my other hand around her and yanked her close. “You’re damn right she’s mine. So sign those fucking papers, fast.”
Sitting up, Hunter grinned. “That’s gonna be a problem ’cause I still love my wife.”
“Oh please,” Josie scoffed. “Which one?”
Hunter shrugged. “Love them all, but you’re special, Josie.”
“Yeah, and so are her millions, right?” King growled, narrowing his eyes.
“What can I say? My wife has a very special quality that I’m drawn to and, more importantly, she’s legally mine,” the fucker sneered.
“That remains to be seen,” I snarked, holding Josie tighter. “Which reminds me. How is Emily?”
Hunter shrugged. “Wouldn’t know. Haven’t seen her since I fucked her in your office.”
If it wasn’t for Josie and King, I would have charged the fucker again despite the sound of police sirens in the distance.
“And that’s my cue to leave.” Hunter sighed, straightening his jacket. “Later, babe. Tell the brats I said hi.”
Watching him run off, I turned to find Granny, Jack, and LeeAnn all staring in rapt attention.
“Inside, now. We need to talk.” King barked, shaking his head as he walked toward the entrance.
“Why are you yelling at me?” Josie snarked as she glared at me.
Pacing her family penthouse, I couldn’t stop seeing his smug, arrogant face. That motherfucker slept with my best friend. Got her fucking pregnant, then continued to fuck anything with two legs.
