Page 8 of Loyal
“You should leave. If you have anything you want to discuss, please go through the app,” I tell him quietly.
“I’m not fucking leaving! This is my house!” he shouts.
I want to tell him that he’s wrong. The judge awarded me the house since the down payment and the actual payments came out of my account. It’s mine. Always has been and will be.
“Hey buddy, I think it’s time for you to go. She asked you to leave.”
Closing my eyes, my heart sinks at his voice.
Son of a bitch. Why did he have to be out here to witness this humiliation? Loyal knows all about my ex and how things went down. It’s one thing for him to know but something else entirely for him to witness it.
“Oh look, the kid is coming to your defense. Are you fucking him?” Billy quips.
My heart sinks.
And just when I think it can’t get any worse, it does.
I shove my hands in my pockets as I approach, my vision red.
I know all about Billy.
He’s a sorry excuse for a man and loves making Sami’s life hell. This morning is no exception.
Who the fuck shows up first thing in the morning and causes a scene on the front lawn? Apparently this guy.
“Billy, enough,” Sami scolds.
“No, I want to know, are you fucking him?” he asks, glaring at her.
“Do you get off on taking your anger out on people who won’t engage? Do you like yelling at her and embarrassing her? Does it get you off trying to intimidate people smaller than you?” I ask.
He whips around, his attention aimed back at me just like I want.
“What the fuck did you say?” he sneers.
“I didn’t stutter.” I smirk, which only seems to anger him more.
Dumbass steps up to me, trying to get in my face. Only he’s shorter than me, which seems to piss him off even more. I have to bite back a laugh at the way his face reddens.
“Listen here, fucker. I don’t know what’s going on with you and my wife, but it ends here. What happens between us is none of your business. You need to walk away before I fuck you up for sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong,” he hisses.
“Ex-wife,” I say with a smirk on my face.
I see the comment hit. His jaw clenches. His eyes narrow.
Yeah, I know she isn’t yours because she’s mine.
“Walk away, kid. This isn’t something you want to involve yourself with.”
“Billy, knock it off and leave,” Sami pleads.
“See, that’s where you’re wrong. You made it my business when you came to her home and attacked her in her front yard for the entire street to hear. You wanted the attention. What you didn’t expect was for me to step in and make it my problem. What you don’t know, Billy, is that I don’t like bullies. I don’t like men who try to throw their weight around and make women uncomfortable. Who try to demean them at any opportunity. I’m not going to stand around and watch you treat her like shit. In fact, it’s not going to happen on my watch. So you should just getin your car and take off. Like she asked,” I tell him calmly, even though it’s the last thing I feel.
His hands flex at his sides, and I smile.
Hit me, please fucking hit me so I can lay you out. I’ve been wanting to do it for a long ass time.
Sami steps between us, pushing her back into my chest, and she holds her hands up.
