War by Shannon Dianne Read Free Book Online Page B

look at each other again. Did you catch that? No? Damn.
                  “What?”
                  “Two,” Mac says again in a near whisper. “We already have two.” Danielle glares at him, her breathing labored, no doubt from the little girl that’s sitting on her lungs. Silence passes through them and the Benz as she continues to look at him.
                  Silence.
                  “I want you to pack your belongings and get out of the condo,” she finally says.
                  “Please, Danielle.” He looks up at her with tired eyes.
                  “Pack—”
                  “Please. I’m…” he drifts his eyes up to Nat and me. We lower our eyes down to the floor. Dude, it’s no time to have pride. Just say it. “I’m begging you.”
                  “I want you out,” she says it but her voice doesn’t sound as convincing. Either she’s exhausted by now or she’s looking at Malcolm’s pathetic ass and feeling sorry for him.
    “Red,” Mac runs a hand over his face. “I’ll never do it again. I swear to God. Never. Again.” And I think I sense some of Danielle’s resolve weakening. “I’ll just put it all out there right now: when I go out to the bar and a woman approaches me, I give her a drink. It’s bar language for, get lost . They know what it means. They know I’m not asking for them to sit around. They know I’m not asking for conversation. They know that I’m trying to be polite. They take the drink and they leave.”
                  “So this has been going on for a while?” That’s a trick question, Mac; don’t answer. He pauses. Good job. Mac’s an attorney. He’s used that tactic before.
                  “If I’m out and a woman comes over to me—”
                  “Even though she knows you’re married.”
                  “Even though she knows I’m married. If I’m out and a woman comes over to me, I give her a drink and she always gets the message. And that message is that I’m married.”
                  “I’m not doing this.” Danielle turns and looks out of a window, shaking her head.
                  “I swear to God—”
                  “You know, Jon may have been an asshole, but I never worried about him seeing other women.” Mac clenches his jaw. She’s hit him right in his weak spot. “It wasn’t until the very end, the very end, when he and I were over, that I suspected he was seeing Marla. And by that time, who cared? We were over. But during our marriage, never . So you can judge him all you want,” she looks at Mac. “But when it came to women, Jon not only said no, he didn’t even entertain them. So fuck you and your excuses and your polite goodbyes. Be a fucking man and tell those bitches to get the hell away from you, if that’s really what you want. But chances are, because you’re a Blair, and we all know how hard it is to keep your dick in your pants. So I suspect that you like the attention.”
    She looks over at me. Now how did I get dragged into this?
    “Jacob, Cadence, Malcolm.” She looks at me and smiles while shaking her head. “The three of you are the biggest fucking losers that I know.” She lets out a sardonic laugh. “You all have women who will give you their lives, and babies and their fucking devotion.” Her smile fades as her eyes start to water. “And yet you’ll still fuck your wife’s sister, you’ll fuck her best friends’ friend.” She turns to Mac. “And there’s no telling who you’d fuck. Considering that you were once engaged to Laura’s crazy ass. You apparently have absolutely no standards. You’re the biggest fucking loser of them all.” Mac face starts to change at the thought of Danielle considering him a bigger loser than Cadence. Now he looks mad.
                  “One time,