Page 17 of Iced Up Love: Part Two
A pause.
“I’ve got number plates we can run.”
Something sharp cuts through me.
“What do you mean you have number plates?”
He holds my gaze.
“Before Lia let me move in… I was keeping an eye on her.”
The words settle.
“You were stalking my wife.”
He steps forward immediately this time.
“She’s not justyourwife.”
The room tightens.
“She’s mine too.”
Something in me snaps again.
I close the distance and shove him hard, the force of it driving him back a step.
“You don’t get to say that.”
His hand comes up just as fast, gripping my shirt, shoving me right back.
“I absolutely fucking do.”
We collide again, chest to chest, neither of us backing off.
“You were watching her,” I snap, grabbing his shirt and dragging him forward. “Following her—”
“I was protecting her,” he fires back, shoving into me harder. “Because clearly that wasn’t happening here.”
That lands. Wrong. Violent.
I swing at him.
He catches it, but not clean, and it still clips him as he drives into me again, forcing me back a step this time.
“She’s mine too,” he says again, lower now, more dangerous.
“Not like that,” I growl, grabbing him again, pulling him in. “Not in a way that gives you any claim—”
“You don’t get to decide that,” he snaps.
Christian slams himself between us.
“Enough.”
His arm hits my chest, forcing me back, while Lucian steps in on Jackson’s side, not grabbing him, just there, enough to stop him stepping forward again.
“Stop,” Christian says sharply. “Both of you.”
