Outlaw Women

Pulling a Rip Wheeler

Brantley’s POV:
It had only taken a little over a week for me to find out just who leaked the sex tape. A week of pure hell between dealing with the rage I felt at wanting to rip the motherfucker limb from limb for hurting Ash and doing the adult thing as Scott had called it and waiting for the opportune moment to get my revenge. Turns out, doing the adult thing had been much harder than I had anticipated. After threatening to sue TMZ for everything they had, they turned over the footage that they had and stopped releasing anything that had to do with Ash or me. Even sweetened the pot by adding the source if we promised not to press charges on them for defamation of character.  

If there was any upside to this situation though, it was that the whole tape hadn't been leaked. Instead, only small -albeit steamy- clips had been released that showed me as possessive and domineering, two of my very well known traits that my fans knew well. I have always been open about the fact that I am territorial over what belongs to me. And make no mistake, all of Nashville, the US, and multiple other countries knew without a shadow of a doubt that Ash was mine in every single way. She might not have my last name or a ring on her finger -yet- but there was no mistaking that Ashlyn Paige Thompson was mine in every sense of the word.   

Speaking of Ash, she was laying with her head in my lap on the couch of my bus watching reruns of Yellowstone, her dark hair cascading over my lap, one of my big hands trailing up and down her hip as we headed into Los Angeles. You could feel the unease coming off her in waves since I was going to be in the same room with the cocksucker than choose to hurt me and her out of jealousy. She knew that I wanted maime and murder the asshole more than I wanted anything. In fact, the only thing that was going to keep me from killing the son of a bitch was the fact that I would be on live TV and well, I didn't feel like spending the night in lock-up in Los Angeles County. Although, spending a night in jail would be a small price to pay. 

When Scott had mentioned me doing a coaching position on the show, we didn't know who had leaked the tape just yet. I’d agreed reluctantly, not really wanting to do the show. Now though, I was happy that I had agreed. I couldn't wait to see the look on the pansies face when I walked out onto the stage tonight. Especially since I knew he was a fan of Yellowstone and according to Ash, deathly afraid of snakes. When she’d told me that, I knew right then and there what I was going to do tonight. I’d already messaged PJ telling him that I needed to make a pit stop at the nearest Walmart so that I could put my plan into motion. Not going to lie, I had gotten some pretty curious glances from PJ as I walked around the store gathering the things I needed. But just as soon as I grabbed that blue igloo cooler, PJ knew exactly what I was up to. In fact, it had been his idea to add a baby rattle to the spring loaded snake that I had inside the cooler.  

“I don't wait to see the look on his face.” said Ash as she rolled onto her back and looked up at me. Resting my hand on her flat stomach, I smiled down at her. “Wouldn't surprise me one bit if he ended up pissing his pants.”

“Oh, I'm hoping like hell that happens.” I said wickedly, fellign the bus slowing down, telling me that we had reached our destination. “Almost time to make that asshole squirm.”

***

It had taken every once of my willpower not to beat the living shit out of Blake when I bumped into him backstage just before the show started. Asshole must have known that I was barely holding my anger towards him because I was almost one hundred percent certain that I had heard him let out a yelp as he had ran the opposite direction as fast as his old legs would carry him. Luckily, Ash had been in the dressing room when I had ran into him.

Ever since we had gotten to the set, the feisty little woman that held my heart had been on edge, wanting to catch a glimpse of Blake. Even argued that she only needed two minutes alone with him. Two minutes that she had promised would leave him forever changed. The look in her eyes as she had told me that made my own balls tighten up out of fear.