MR. WRONG (SAMPLE)

CHAPTER 3

I tense when Matt stops right in front of the car. He's always been impulsive, so I'm sure he'd rather die than have some strange guy drive off with me.

I turn to look at the stranger, noting that his hands are so tight on the steering wheel that his knuckles are turning white. His jaw is set, and his eyes are half narrowed at hubby dearest.

He seems to be thoroughly pissed, and I have no idea why.

I mean, he doesn't even know who I am.

"He's not going to move." I manage to mumble despite the guttural ache in my throat.

He cocks an eyebrow.

"Wanna bet?"

"Um-"

He cuts me off.

"Don't. You'll lose."

Then he opens the door and steps out.

Matt squares his shoulders as he looks at the new guy up and down. He seems to be set to attack him, and I hold my breath, hoping that there won't be a big scene than the one we've already caused.

I wince when Matt swings his fist. I almost close my eyes as I anticipate it to land on the new guy's face, but he grabs the wayward arm at the very last second.

He raises an eyebrow at Matt, then he twists his fucking hand.

My heart pounds.

Hell yeah!!

"Let me go, asshole!" Matt hisses. "And leave my wife the fuck alone!"

He tries to yank his hand out of his grip and the guy looks at him, the raised eyebrow still perfectly in place daring him to do it if he is strong enough.

"The name is Enzo, and if you ever swing at me again, that will be the last time you'll brag about having hands." He smirks at him. "Now step away from the road, and go sulk elsewhere." And he let go of Matt's hand, pushing him out of the road.

"Who do you think you are? You can't just show up here and take my wife."

The audacity!

He has it in him to refer me as his wife?

"Can't I? Step away. I don't mind hurting you, but I'm not sure your wife shares the same sentiments. Plus, I'm sure you don't want me to humiliate you in her presence."