MARRIED ACCIDENTALLY

CHAPTER 32

Vince's POV

Unnoticed, I take the staircase up to a room where Mark had slipped into a while ago.

Ann and the others are in the kitchen adjacent to the office, too engrossed in their practice to notice anything.

I was supposed to be sitting quietly on the other side of the diner, watching them, but I couldn't keep cool the moment I saw Mark staring lustfully at my wife.

Anger vibrates beneath my skin.

Ann didn't tell him she was married. She doesn't look interested in him, but he looks all shades of interested, always stealing glances at her.

It pisses me off.

At this point, I don't mind bringing her here myself. But first, I need to warn the idiot to stay away from my wife.

I stop in front of a door. My intuition tells me he is in.

Without knocking, I push the door open to see him scrambling to his feet with terror in his eyes.

My gaze shifts to the papers in his hand, which he quickly hides behind him.

“Who are you, and what are you doing here?” He demands, dragging out a drawer and putting the papers there.

Suspicious.

Without a word, I stroll in casually, glancing around the office. When I am close enough to the desk between us, I push a chair out to sit.

The door is still open, so he rushes toward the exit and closes it quietly.

He is hiding something. If he refuses to do as I say, I can use that to my advantage.

“What do you want?” He asks me again, moving back to where he was standing earlier.

“Stay away from Ann,” I bit out, trying not to slam my fist into his jaws.

Disbelief crosses his expression. “What?!”

“Annette Vasquez. I saw how you were staring lustfully at her.”

“I wasn't.” He denies firmly. After a pause, he says. “Even if I was, how is that any of your business.”

A wicked smile crawls to my face.

“You don't want to know what I can do!” I warn sternly. “Stay away from her, or I will force you to.”

He begins to laugh like a maniac. When he sobers up, I stare at him, expecting him to reveal the cause of his laughter.

“I like her so….”

My fist punches into his face, cutting him short from completing his statement. I pull him upright, sitting his butt on the edge of the desk.

“Say that one more time, and I am going to drive a bullet through your head!”

I am trying so hard to let go of him, leave, and ask Lucas to kidnap him later, just like we do for every offender. I don't confront people when they offend me. I do that indirectly.

On my torture chair. In my torture room.

And once you are there, you won't come out alive.

Fear and defiance warrs in his eyes for a moment before I finally let go.

Realizing I hadn't announced who I was, I mutter, “She is my wife, so stay away.”

He doesn't look surprised like I thought he would. I whirl around to leave when he states. “Are you the accidental husband?”

My heart jumps into my stomach. My fist clenches once more as I snap my head around, my temper spiraling out of control.

When I charge towards him, he dodges me before running out.

Shit!

I slam my fist on the desk with my jaws clenched in rage. I try to calm myself down before going out, but nothing works.

I can't believe Ann told her. Why would she do that? Does she want to leave already?

“Vince?!” Her soft voice reaches my ear, and I snap my head towards the open door to see her standing there, her expression tightening with anger and regret.

Shit!

I lean my head down and exhale deeply to calm my nerves. When I try to stand upright, my eyes catch the sight of a drawing.

The drawing of a rifle.

“Vince?” Annette calls again, more louder this time.

She stalks inside and stands in front of me with her two hands wrapped around her bosom.

She is wearing a leather skirt and a blue shirt, as though she is headed to office work.

Everything looks good on her, even when she is wearing nothing but a nightwear or robe.

Shit!

I can't believe I am thinking of that right now.

“What the hell happened?!”

“Nothing,” I grab her hand. “Let's go.”

She struggles to free her hand from mine, but I hold her more firmly, stopping abruptly and facing her squarely.

“No drama, Ann. Let's go home.”
Her face softens a bit at my warning, but she suddenly frees her hand from my hold and rushes out of the door.

I look back, tempted to go and take a good look at the drawing of the rifle. Is that what he was hiding? What was that for?

Against my will, I close the door and take the staircase back downstairs to meet more people in the kitchen, watching me step down.

Mark is also there, sitting down beside two women who are staring at me with pure disgust.

I turn away from them, heading to the exit. But before I can go out, someone stops me, pushing me back with both hands.

With a rush of adrenaline, I ball my fist again and look up to see the police are here.