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“Wait, Hunter. “ I silence Megan by grabbing her by her shoulder, whirling her around, and covering her mouth with my left hand.
She struggles with me as I turn my attention toward the person on the other end of the line. It’s a man’s voice on the other end.
“Who the fuck are you?”
“I believe I asked you that question,” I respond, unfazed by Megan’s attempts to escape my hold as she makes muffled protests against my hand on her mouth.
“That little bitch sleeping with you?” the man sneers. “It figures. She was always like her mother, spreading her legs for every Tom, Dick, and Harry.“
“Do you know how easy it is for me to track your phone number and find your ass? It’ll take me less than a few minutes.”
“What?” the man growls, suddenly angered. “You threatening me, you son of a bitch?”
“Threatening you?” I chuckle angrily. “I don’t make threats, Mr. whoever the fuck you are. I have a reputation for carrying out whatever I promise, and I don’t like what you just said to my friend or to me. Maybe I should pay you a visit and slit that dirty mouth of yours from ear to ear since you like talking so much.”
“What?” My cold words rattle the stranger. “You put Megan on the phone, you crazy bastard!”
“Mmph!” Megan tries to push me off of her, but I ignore her struggles.
“I’m afraid she’s not available.”
“Listen, you piece of shit, I don’t care if you want to fuck her or whore her out, but you tell that bitch, if she doesn’t send me my goddamn money, I’ll make sure those pictures of her are sent to the police. You tell her that. Trust me, she’ll make herself available to talk real fast!”
I abruptly end the call and set the phone down on the counter, slowly absorbing the words.
A moan leaves Megan’s lips, and I finally release her, causing her to stumble forward. All the laughter that had been in hereyes just a short while ago is gone, and she trembles with fury and horror.
“What have you done?”
“Who was that man?” I ask her, an icy snowstorm brewing inside of me at the callous and disrespectful way that man just spoke of Megan.
Sparks shoot out of Megan’s eyes and in my direction. She’s pissed, although I’m confused why all of her venom is directed at me.
“You had no business taking that phone from me!”
I stare at her, and my tone is soft when I ask, “No business?”
“Yes,” she grits the word out angrily. “That was a personal call.”
I run my tongue over my teeth, struggling to contain my temper. “He was threatening you.”
I see the way her face shutters at my words. “You misunderstood the conversation.”
“Did I?” I take a step toward her, and she immediately takes one back.
“Yes, you did.” Her voice is hard.
I’m seething mad and simply furious at how she lets other people treat her, not to mention refusing to ask for help. It’s not like she doesn’t know I won’t help her if she asks. But the fact that it takes a crowbar to pry anything out of this woman is driving me insane.
The man’s vulgar words are still ringing in my ears as I walk backward against the refrigerator, only stopping when her back hits the metal and she realizes that she has nowhere to go.
“I’m usually a very patient man, Megan,” I say tightly.
“Could’ve fooled me,” she retorts.
“Regardless,” I ignore her provocation and continue my anger brewing. “It seems that when it comes to you, I’m very quick to lose my patience.”
“Why?” She bares her teeth at me, and the show of defiance infuriates me, and I grab her hair, yanking her head back to face me, pressing my body against hers.
