Free Unjustly Destroyed (Incapable Part Two) by Marie Skye Page B

She bit her bottom lip nervously, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. I sighed, then stood up and walked toward her, pulling her to me. I leaned down to her ear, and said lowly, "I don't care how pissed you are at me. Fight me, yell at me, I don't care. But if we're in the same house, we're in the same bed. Understand?" She tried removing herself from my hold, but I held her tighter. “I said, do you understand?” I lifted her chin so she had to look at me. Her expression was blank, but her eyes were teary. She quickly blinked them away.
    She took a deep breath. “Yeah. I get it.” She looked back down to her hands.
    Her voice was monotonous. I noticed the silk scarf around her neck, and my blood boiled. But that would have to wait. “I have a bunch of meetings today, so I won’t see you again until later tonight. I’ll be home late.”
    She shut her eyes and nodded before turning and walking to her desk. I stared at her a moment before leaving.
     
    I sat at my desk, staring at the screen, when my thoughts were interrupted by a half-assed knock.
    “Well, shit. By the look on your face, I would say someone died.” Chace smiled before sitting in the chair in front of me. Then he sobered up. “Oh shit, did someone die?”
    I shook my head. “Not yet. Something is going on with Emmalin. I think she was attacked again.”
    Chace sat up higher in his chair. “You haven’t killed the son of a bitch yet? What the fuck, man?”
    I rubbed my hair. “That’s the thing. She hasn’t said anything. Not a fucking word. Almost as if she’s hiding it from me. That’s what I don’t understand. I think we’re fighting.” I leaned back in my chair and stared at the ceiling.
    “What’s going through your head, Grayson?”
    I sighed. A minute went by before I answered him. “Doing some really fucked up shit to her that’ll push her over the edge. Shit that may cause me to lose her for good. But I’m ticking so fucking bad, and she’s the only drug that can cure me.”
    My phone dinged. I looked at it. Fuck .
    Unknown: My husband died; the least you could do is pay me your respect. I’m at the wine bar around the corner. You can spare twenty minutes.
     
    I frowned and looked at Chace. “Something’s come up. We’ll talk later.”
    Ten minutes later, I was at the wine bar. Ashley was sitting in a corner. If there was an award for grieving widow, she sure as fuck played the part. She would take home the fucking Academy Award. She was dressed in all black, with the biggest black hat, huge dark black glasses, and cherry red lips. She tilted her head up slightly for the cheek kiss when I approached. I briefly hesitated, but gave in.
    “Mrs. Stewart. I’m sorry for your loss.”
    She nodded as I sat and wiped the tears that weren’t there.
    “It was sudden, but as you know, he was up there in age.”
    He was fucking seventy. I nodded. “Yes. We’re sorry he’s gone. He was a very good businessman.” I watched as she dabbed again at the fake tears, and I tried to refrain from rolling my eyes. “What can I do for you, Ashley?” Her eyes snapped up to mine.
    “His will was read.”
    “Okay?”
    Her eyes grew wide. “I’m not in it.” She looked around quickly, as if someone else might’ve heard her. “He left his money to charity and to his damn kids, but none of it to me; where it should’ve went to, to begin with.”
    I leaned back in my chair. “What does this have to do with me? This isn’t my problem. He probably knew you were fucking around on him. It was pretty obvious, Ashley, you didn’t exactly hide it.”
    She scowled. “I’m broke, Grayson. I have nothing. What am I supposed to do now? That money was mine, and there’s nothing I can do. I’ve tried everything, but the judge won’t overturn it. I’m fucked.”
    I got up. This visit was done. I paid my respects. “Get a job.” With those final words, I turned and left.

 
     
    Chapter Six
    Emmalin
     
    “I’ve missed this