takes a swan dive off the highest diving board. Damn, he really knows how to fucking hit me hard, doesn’t he? My confidence falters. Tucker loves his nephew to death. If Rhys threatens Tucker with never seeing Max again, would Tucker actually leave? No, I don’t think so, not after how well things have been going with us this past week.
“Fuck you, Rhys. How’d you even get my number?” I grunt.
“Ask your boyfriend,” he sneers and hangs up on me.
I fight the urge to throw my fucking phone across the room. “Sonofabitch!”
I shoot to my feet and pace back and forth by the end of the bed. Why would Tucker give Rhys my phone number? He obviously wasn’t calling to be nice and apologize. Surely, Tucker had to know this, right? Dammit! I really don’t think Tucker would leave again, but it’s hard to be completely positive.
No.
This shit stops right now.
I’m a fucking Marine! I’ve been blown up, I’ve lost my leg, I’ve lost my wife, I’ve attempted suicide, and I’ve lived through all of it, dammit. As much as I love Tucker, and as much as I want him in my life, if he decides to leave me over this, then he can fucking leave. It’s going to suck ass, and I’ll be crushed, but I will survive that, too. I can’t depend on Tucker for my own happiness. I can’t live like this any longer, with the worry and the distrust. It’s not me. I need to find my balls and stop acting like such a bitch. I have to either trust Tucker fully or end things because this is no way to have a relationship.
My choice?
Trust Tucker fully.
I have no idea how long I’ve been pacing, ranting to myself, but when the bedroom door opens and Tucker walks in with a bright smile on his face, I realize it’s been at least half an hour.
~ Tucker ~
My smile falters when I see Dennis looking like he’s on the verge of breaking shit. He’s dressed for work, but his hair is a sticking up in all directions, probably from shoving his hands into it. His mouth is turned down in a hard frown and his brows are deeply furrowed. He’s got one hand on his hip and the other one is rubbing the back of his neck. I go to him, stopping in front of him. His angry green eyes meet mine.
“Hey, what’s going on?” I ask softly.
“Why did you give your brother my phone number?” he snaps, his eyes flashing.
I blink. “I…he said he wanted to apologize to you. He told me he felt bad for the way he was acting,” I tell him, my eyebrows now furrowing.
I have a bad feeling about where this is going.
Dennis shakes his head. “That’s not what he said to me.”
Sudden anger flashes hot inside of me. That motherfucker! “What did he say?” I growl.
“He told me to stay away from you and that he’ll threaten to keep you from seeing Max if I don’t leave you,” he snarls.
My mild anger turns into fucking fury. Clenching my teeth, I take a few deep breaths so that I can try to think clearly, before I fucking explode.
I reach out and take his hand. “Babe, you know I’m not leaving you again, right?” I ask him, raising an eyebrow.
Dennis gives me a sharp nod, his jaw bulging slightly.
“Selene will never let Rhys keep Max from me,” I grunt.
“I can’t believe he would even threaten you with his own son,” Dennis sneers in disgust.
“Apparently, he’s a fucking dickwad,” I bite out.
Dennis scoffs. “You got that right.”
“Are you okay?” I ask softly, reaching up to cup his face.
Dennis blows out a breath. “Yeah, I think so. Are you?”
“I’m fucking furious, but really, what can I do?”
“Go to Philly and kick his ass?” Dennis suggests, a small smile playing across his full mouth.
I chuckle before leaning in to kiss him. Dennis gives me a few lingering kisses on the lips before pulling back. “I have to go to work,” he mutters.
“Okay, I will be here when you get home,” I promise, giving him a pointed look.
He closes his eyes for a moment, pulls in a deep
“Fuck you, Rhys. How’d you even get my number?” I grunt.
“Ask your boyfriend,” he sneers and hangs up on me.
I fight the urge to throw my fucking phone across the room. “Sonofabitch!”
I shoot to my feet and pace back and forth by the end of the bed. Why would Tucker give Rhys my phone number? He obviously wasn’t calling to be nice and apologize. Surely, Tucker had to know this, right? Dammit! I really don’t think Tucker would leave again, but it’s hard to be completely positive.
No.
This shit stops right now.
I’m a fucking Marine! I’ve been blown up, I’ve lost my leg, I’ve lost my wife, I’ve attempted suicide, and I’ve lived through all of it, dammit. As much as I love Tucker, and as much as I want him in my life, if he decides to leave me over this, then he can fucking leave. It’s going to suck ass, and I’ll be crushed, but I will survive that, too. I can’t depend on Tucker for my own happiness. I can’t live like this any longer, with the worry and the distrust. It’s not me. I need to find my balls and stop acting like such a bitch. I have to either trust Tucker fully or end things because this is no way to have a relationship.
My choice?
Trust Tucker fully.
I have no idea how long I’ve been pacing, ranting to myself, but when the bedroom door opens and Tucker walks in with a bright smile on his face, I realize it’s been at least half an hour.
~ Tucker ~
My smile falters when I see Dennis looking like he’s on the verge of breaking shit. He’s dressed for work, but his hair is a sticking up in all directions, probably from shoving his hands into it. His mouth is turned down in a hard frown and his brows are deeply furrowed. He’s got one hand on his hip and the other one is rubbing the back of his neck. I go to him, stopping in front of him. His angry green eyes meet mine.
“Hey, what’s going on?” I ask softly.
“Why did you give your brother my phone number?” he snaps, his eyes flashing.
I blink. “I…he said he wanted to apologize to you. He told me he felt bad for the way he was acting,” I tell him, my eyebrows now furrowing.
I have a bad feeling about where this is going.
Dennis shakes his head. “That’s not what he said to me.”
Sudden anger flashes hot inside of me. That motherfucker! “What did he say?” I growl.
“He told me to stay away from you and that he’ll threaten to keep you from seeing Max if I don’t leave you,” he snarls.
My mild anger turns into fucking fury. Clenching my teeth, I take a few deep breaths so that I can try to think clearly, before I fucking explode.
I reach out and take his hand. “Babe, you know I’m not leaving you again, right?” I ask him, raising an eyebrow.
Dennis gives me a sharp nod, his jaw bulging slightly.
“Selene will never let Rhys keep Max from me,” I grunt.
“I can’t believe he would even threaten you with his own son,” Dennis sneers in disgust.
“Apparently, he’s a fucking dickwad,” I bite out.
Dennis scoffs. “You got that right.”
“Are you okay?” I ask softly, reaching up to cup his face.
Dennis blows out a breath. “Yeah, I think so. Are you?”
“I’m fucking furious, but really, what can I do?”
“Go to Philly and kick his ass?” Dennis suggests, a small smile playing across his full mouth.
I chuckle before leaning in to kiss him. Dennis gives me a few lingering kisses on the lips before pulling back. “I have to go to work,” he mutters.
“Okay, I will be here when you get home,” I promise, giving him a pointed look.
He closes his eyes for a moment, pulls in a deep
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