Everything you need to know about Red.
Being a father to be, and in such a complicated moment of his professional life, Red has a lot to protect. He'll have to do the impossible in order to save the woman of his life from the murder accusations tha...
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"I know it's your doing! I fucking know it's you who did this, Mia!" Patrick bellows, fury striking through his voice like thunder in the dark sky.
"Of course it's me," I reply, barely surpassing the urge to roll my eyes. Red is watching me keenly. "And it's not a secret that I'm gonna play every card I have until the last resort, Patrick. You're the one who insists on keeping me like a gold medal, now deal with it."
"What is it that you want, you crazy woman? Tell me! To tarnish my reputation as you've done now? How the fuck did you even—" He pauses, panting like an overweight bulldog. And then a fit of laughter flies through my ears as if he's gone nuts. "Of course. Why didn't I think of this earlier? You opened my safe, didn't you? Is that how you lay your hands on my documents?"
"Well, congratulations, Sherlock! You've finally figured that out!" I snicker, shifting my posture to a comfortable stance, a fist on my waist.
Red scoffs at me and I know he's extremely pissed off right now, giving me a cold gaze resembling a Norwegian winter, his sinewy arms folded across his chest.
"In any regard, Patrick, what I want is very simple and you know it. Sign the divorce papers and we'll be done! You won't hear a word about me and perhaps it'd increase your longevity." I pretend not to see Red's grumpiness.
"In your dreams!" Patrick roars. Now I roll my eyes. "But fine! Let's say you've won this round, butterfly. But do you really think you're capable of fighting me?" He rumbles his ostentatious laugh again, filled with a stinky male ego and power superiority.
"How about less talking, Patrick?" I suggest, exhausted. "And for crying out loud, don't start saying that I should stop while I still can or else I'll regret and more yadda yadda. I've heard enough of that boring speech so let's save our energy for the better good, shall we? Remember we have our court hearing next week and that's more important to me than your financial loss."
"You're really pushing my limits, Mia. I'm really, really, getting tired of babysitting you hoping you'd come around and quit being this annoying, attention seeking bitch you've become!" he snaps.
"Attention seeking bitch? Me?" Exasperation makes it hard for me to laugh or scorn as I should. "You really think I need your attention, don't you? For what? Goodness, you're fucking delirious, Patrick! Get your old brain checked before you lose your shit and a few screws left!"
He laughs again, so loudly. A quiver runs down my spine because I find him shockingly deranged every single new day. And I think he's drinking, judging from his throaty voice now.
"You're missing me, butterfly. You'll soon realize it's all a mistake and you'll crawl back to me," he says quite simply. "And like a good husband I'll take you back. I'll forgive you for everything, even for this one bloody mess you've put me and my company into, which, by the way, has fucking ruined so many plans I had. I'm not gonna be easy on you now, Mia. I want you to know this clearly! I'll show you who I really am!"
