Wife of Eric Coulter

Chapter 8

Asha POV

We spent the rest of the day watching the transfers fight one another in the ring, some were better than others. When Tris went up to fight I could see the concern on Four's face, the whole fight I could see him itching to go and help her, but he knew that he couldn't or else Eric would make her life a living hell, well, more than it already is. 

Eric and I were walking down the hallway back to our apartment, he had his arm around my waist keeping a tight grip on me. 

"We should go to the bar tonight," I suddenly say, I could feel him looking at me, so I looked back at him. 

"What?" I questioned when he gave me a look.

"Why would we do that?" 

"To have fun, obviously," 

"I could think of a few other ways to have fun," he said smirking at me.

"Oh I bet you could, but, can we please go to the bar tonight?" He sighs at me, but when he looks into my pleading eyes, I knew that I had convinced him.

"Fine! But you stay by me," 

"Fine," 

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We walked into the bar, and as usual, the place was packed. Dauntless liked to party a lot. 

Eric slams the doors to the bar open, catching the attention of everyone in there, they all look surprised to see Eric out, and in a bar at that. Eric was known to not like going out, but since he can't say no to me, here were are.

We made our way to a booth in the corner, everyone moved out of our way as we walked. Eric sat down at the booth and pulled me down onto his lap.

"Eriiiic, I want a drink," I complained to him. 

"You don't need one," 

"But that's the whole reason we are here, is to have fun," 

"Am I not fun enough for you?" 

"You are, but I want to do something different," 

He slowly nodded, but still did not let me up, he rested his head on my shoulder giving gentle kisses to my neck. One arm was wrapped around my waist holding me there, while the other one was rubbing up and down my thigh. 

I lightly laughed at his attempt to distract me. 

"Eric," 

"Hmm?" He looked at me with a smirk on his face.

"I want a drink," I complained.

"Fine! I'll get it for you, stay here," 

I nodded in agreement. I got off his lap allowing him to stand and walk to the bar. As I was waiting, I saw someone walking toward the table. As the figure got closer I recognized him as the man who tried to get me out of the leader's position. 

We made eye contact when he was standing right in front of me. 

"You know, I never got your name when I was threatening you?" 

"James," 

"Well, James, what can I do for you?"

Without saying anything he reached into his back pocket, pulled out a knife, and pointed it at me.

"You embarrassed me today, and I won't have that,"