My life would be nothing without her.
“I love you, sweet baby.”
My eyes flutter closed, and in moments, we’re both out.
CHAPTER TEN
MARCUS
THEN
“T his business is mine,” Walter snarls.
I clench my fists, the urge to smack him into next week overwhelming me. How dare he come in here and try to take what’s mine? How dare he fuck me further than he already has? I can feel my own veins throbbing in my head. I’m sure it’s about to explode.
“Over my dead fuckin’ body.”
He throws his head back and laughs. “Your wife is gone, Marcus. What exactly do you think you have to stop me?”
“My wife is helping her sick mother. We are not divorced and she has not left me.”
He smirks at me. “She’s left you. It’s been months. My lawyer is looking into changing the title now.”
“You don’t get the fuckin’ business until I’ve spoken to my lawyer.”
“What is there to speak about?” He laughs.
My fists clench. “There are terms. Technically, I’m still married.”
“It also says she needs to live with you.”
“She’s caring for her sick mother.”
He shakes his head. “You think I’m that stupid? I know she got those papers. I sent them to her. She has left your sorry ass, and now you’ll lose everything.”
I launch at him, shoving him against the wall, my fingers wrapped firmly around his throat. “You won’t take my fuckin’ business,” I snarl.
“You put me down, Marcus,” he wheezes. “Or I’ll do you for assault!”
I put him down, sending his body soaring. He lands on the ground with a thud, his frail body seeming to take a long time to recover. He lifts his head, staring up at me with rage burning in his gaze.
“You’ll pay for this,” he growls. “You’ll lose everything.”
“Bring it on,” I grin.
~*~*~*~
KATIA
NOW
“T his club is amazing!” Wyatt says, hooking his arm through mine and pulling me towards a large, pounding club.
“Don’t listen to him. It’s totally a stripper club,” Landon teases.
I shoot him a look and he flashes me a gorgeous grin. It’s only the three of us tonight, Ford opted to stay at home. I have a good idea why that was. Both of my brothers are decked out in black—black jeans, black shirts, and black boots—yet they make it look completely stylish. I went with the red dress, which has a low V-neck front and is über tight. I matched it with black heels, and left my hair down in curls.
It’s the nicest I’ve looked in a long time.
“How’s it going, Marky?” Wyatt grins, approaching the bouncer at the front door.
“Wyatt, Landon, good to see you.” The large man smiles. “Who’s your friend?”
“This is our sister, Katia.”
The man’s eyes widen. “Didn’t know you had a sister.”
“Neither did we until a few years ago.” Wyatt laughs. “You gonna let us in?”
“Yeah, go through.”
There’s a loud groan from the people waiting in the line, but the boys don’t seem to notice. They drag me through the open double doors into a packed club. It’s got an icy, blue theme going on. The bars are made of solid glass, the walls a light blue, the lights twinkling like snow flakes.
I like it.
“Wow,” I breathe. “This place is unreal.”
“It’s awesome, hey!” Wyatt grins. “What do you drink?”
“Give me a vodka and cranberry,” I say, still staring at the beautiful club.
“On it.”
Wyatt disappears and I turn to Landon. “Tell me you’re a dancer, because I most certainly am. I can bust an epic move on the dance floor.”
He snorts, then turns, putting his hands to his bum and flicking them out singing, “Shake your tail feather!”
I laugh loudly, shaking my head.
“Girl.” He smirks, turning back around. “I’m the king of the dance floor.”
“Dance off?”
He grins. “You got it.”
He takes my hand and leads me through the crowd until we find a dark blue corner booth. We sit down and Wyatt returns moments later with our drinks. Smiling, I take
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