Chapter 93

There was a pounding at my door before I heard it slam against the wall. "Where the fuck are you!" Tanner's voice boomed throughout my house. I wiped away the single tear that'd slid down my face before making my way to the living room. "What the fuck have you done?" He spat, tone menacing as he pointed an accusatory finger at my chest. Getting close to me, he shoved me back before punching me in the jaw. Fuck, that stings. "Explain to me why I just saw your woman walk into the bar with nothing but boxers and your shirt on looking like she was fucking brain dead? Huh? What the fuck did you do!" He screamed in my face. "I'M PROTECTING HER!" I roared back, unable to take him beating me up about this. I was doing a fucking bang-up job myself. I didn't need his help. "Bullshit." She sneered. "Bullshit? BULLLSHIT? One of my fucking father's workers called me and threatened to kill her! They told me the fucking second they got