Jacked (Trent Brothers #1)(100)

“And that justified… You know what, it doesn’t matter anymore. I’m done with this.”

“Hey, I had just as much of a hard time dealing with things as you did. But did you give me your understanding and forgiveness? No, you didn’t. I did what you wanted me to, Adam!”

“You don’t get it. I’m a cop and on top of everything else, on top of everything you pulled, you brought drugs into my house.”

“It was one time!”

“Bullshit. Do not stand here and lie to my face. Instead of looking for another job you spent your days getting high. You knew after Tommy’s death that I was under investigation and still you brought that shit into my house. Christ. I’m glad you went to that butcher. Fucking relieved. Showed me your true colors and saved me a lifetime of misery.”

“Oh, but getting drunk and strapping a gun on your hip is okay?”

“Was it even mine?”

“You know the answer to that,” she groaned.

“Do I? Never once did I stray on you. Never once. Can you look me in the eyes and say the same?”

The silence stretched.

“Just what I thought,” Adam snapped. “Listen, I’m not playing this game with you anymore. I haven’t touched a drop in months, so that too is behind me. You made your decisions. I’ve made mine. You need to move on.”

His voice was low, tight. Definitely trying to send a message.

I heard her sniff. “What about the wedding?”

My heart clenched just hearing that word. Oh my God. Were they engaged to be married?

“What about it?”

“I thought you would call me. You told Jesse to mark down two people.”

“I have a date.”

“Oh really? You’re taking a stranger to Ellie’s wedding?”

Her contempt was more than apparent.

“All of our friends will be there, Adam. What am I supposed to do? Not show up?”

“Christ. They’re not your friends.”

“Ellie is, and she invited me to her wedding.”

“Good for you.”

“Can’t we just try again? Please? We both made mistakes. I promise things will be different.”

Adam snorted.

“You need me, Adam. Cancel your date. Let me show you how much you still want me. I bet your cock misses me.”

Her pleading with him was wearing down my resolve. Hearing that he had a date planned with someone else made my throat burn. I wondered if he even knew I was standing here listening.

My car keys were in his bedroom. My coat and car were in the opposite direction. My right foot was on one step, my left foot on another. I didn’t know which way to go.

“You’re delusional,” Adam said, huffing. “Don’t f*cking touch me.”

“Why? Is someone upstairs?” Nikki asked, her voice seeming to get closer. “Do you have someone up there?”

I darted into the first bedroom on the tips of my toes and shrank into the wall, unable to keep the floor from creaking under my wake.

I heard the front door open. “It’s time for you to leave.”

“Whose car is out there?”

“Nikki, leave.”

“Not until you tell me whose f*cking car is out there!”

“It’s none of your business. Leave,” he ordered.

“You have some whore in my bedroom?”

“That’s it.” Something banged into the wall.

“Ow! Let go of my arm. Adam, let go. You’re hurting me,” she shrieked. “Come down here! Show your face, whore. I want to see what you look like.”

“I asked you nicely, now I’m showing you out.” They both cursed and then something crashed and shattered to the floor. “Nikki! Jesus Christ!”

“Come down here, you skanky bitch! Show your face! He’ll never love you. You hear me, bitch? Never. I’ll f*cking kill you.”

My heart was racing, knowing they were having a physical scuffle. She was cursing at him something fierce until the front door slammed. Both of them were still arguing, though their voices were muffled and distant outside.

I scrambled back to his bedroom and paced. Then I sat on his bed and waited, unsure of where to go from here. I wanted to leave. A big part of me wanted to stay. My heart wanted to fall in love with the man who I woke up with a few hours ago and who made me eggs and bacon and kissed me sweetly and made love to me so many times I’d lost count.

His ex-girlfriend, however, was too much drama for me.

She was the scary sort of drama kind of girl.

The front door open and closed again. Adam’s feet pounded up the steps and then his bedroom door opened wide. He stopped in front of me and dropped to one knee.

“Erin.” His hands landed on my knees. “Doc, look at me.”

Too much drama.

His eyes were solemn and crinkled with concern. “Sorry you had to hear all of that. You okay?”

I wasn’t sure how I was feeling actually so I just said, “I’m fine.”

He chuckled. “I told you once before that if you ever tell me you’re fine I get to call you on it. Talk to me. You have questions, I can tell. I can see it.”

“You still love her?”

His head started shaking immediately. “No, I do not.”