Free At Peace (The War Trilogy #3) by Andria Large Page B

looks deadly. His face is blank and emotionless. I stifle the urge to shudder. He looks fucking scary as shit right now.
    “I’m going to tell you the same thing I told Dad when he showed up here,” he says, his voice quiet but lethal. “If you ever come near me or Lizette again, I will fucking kill you and make it look like an accident. Do you understand me?”
    His mother stutters out a “Yes,” and gives a jerky nod. Dennis shoves her into the hallway by her throat, where she ends up sprawled out on the floor.
    “Get the fuck out of my sight,” he snarls.
    She scrambles to her feet while staring at him, her eyes wide with fear. She rubs her throat as she moves as fast as she can toward the elevators.
    “If you think I’m bluffing, just try me!” Dennis calls after her.
    He comes back into the condo and slams the door so hard that the whole wall rattles. I watch as he stalks into the kitchen and grabs the bottle of Jamison from the top of the fridge. He cracks it open and takes a big swig right from the bottle. He hisses and blows out a breath before taking another drink.
    I walk over to stand in front of him. After his third shot, I take the bottle and cap from him, close the bottle up, and put it back on top of the fridge.
    “I fucking hate that bitch,” Dennis wheezes.
    “I can see why,” I scoff.
    I shuffle closer and loosely wrap my arms around his waist.
    “You handled it perfectly,” I tell him.
    “I wasn’t lying. I will fucking murder that twat if she shows her face here again,” he sneers.
    “Oh, I believe you.” I chuckle.
    “I hope she rots in fucking hell.”
    “I know, babe.”
    “I hope she gets hit by a fucking bus.”
    “And gets eaten by rats,” I add.
    “While still alive,” Dennis says with the smallest of smiles.
    “And hopefully flies fill her half alive carcass with maggots which she has to feel squirming around inside of her because she’s still kinda alive.”
    Dennis makes a face, which has me barking out a laugh. “Too far?”
    He smiles and shakes his head. “Nah, that sounds good to me. Gross as shit, but worthy of her.”
    He leans in and gives me a soft kiss on the lips.
    “Thank you.”
    “You’re welcome.” I grin. “Now…” I start but end up yawning. “…Let’s go back to sleep.”
    “Ugh, yeah, sleep,” he groans and lets me lead him by the hand back into the bedroom.
    Dennis takes his prosthetic off before snuggling down under the covers with me. Sleep comes quickly for both of us.
     
     
     
    ~ Dennis ~
     
    “I can’t believe she was stupid enough to believe she could hit you and get away with it,” Lizette mutters in disgust as she sets the dining room table.
    It’s Christmas Eve and Tucker and I have come to her and Beau’s place for dinner. Lizette is only a few weeks away from having the baby, so she’s huge and waddling now. She’s all belly, though. She doesn’t even look pregnant from behind; although, her face has gotten a little rounder. They haven’t found out the sex of the baby, wanting it to be a surprise. I’m dying to know. Every time I look at her, I can’t help but wonder.
    I take the plates from her hands. “I wish you would go sit down.”
    She gives me a dirty look. “I don’t need to sit down,” she huffs and pushes against the side of her belly. “I just need this kid to get out from under my ribs, dammit.”
    I shudder. “I don’t even want to know what that feels like.”
    “No, you don’t. It’s not fun.”
    “You look tired, though. We should have done this at our place so you didn’t have to cook and clean.”
    She waves a dismissive hand. “Please, I’m not crippled. Plus, Beau helped a lot.”
    “Good.”
    “So, do you think mom got the hint?” she asks, bringing the conversation back to what happened last night.
    I set a plate down and growl, “She better have.”
    “I’m glad she doesn’t know where I live now. I really don’t want her knowing that I’m having a baby.”
    I hum