Chapter 522

Chapter 522:

I pushed away the finger jabbing toward my face. “Watch your mouth p>

“He’s just a friend,” Lea said, her voice wavering.

Something about her expression made my gut twist. She didn’t look furious. She looked… hopeful?

“Friend?” Pierre scoffed. “I know what that means. Fuck buddies p>

“Say that again, and I’ll make sure you can’t speak for a month p>

I was already in a foul mood, and Pierre was practically begging to be my outlet. “Ooh. Scary man,” he mocked, fake-shivering. “So scary. Look at me, I’ve got goosebumps p>

I knocked his arm away. “Piss off p>

“Funny. That’s exactly what I was about to say to you.” He grabbed Lea’s waist.

“Let’s go, Lea bunny. You and I need a little chat p>

I stood up and blocked his path. “She’s not going anywhere with you p>

“Says who?” His grin was vile, and his eyes had that gleam I didn’t like.

“Ash, let me just talk to him,” Lea said, her eyes apologetic.

“Are you serious? Did you forget what he did to you p>

She looked away and bit her lip. “He’s still my husband p>

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Where was the sharp, clear-eyed Lea I knew?

As if to show off, Pierre pinched her ass while looking straight at me.

I clenched my jaw. “Lea, are you sure you want to leave with him p>

She gave the slightest nod, still not looking at me.

“See?” Pierre crowed. “She’ll go wherever I want. She’s my wife, mate, and I’m going home with her tonight. Gonna fuck her brains out, then make her swallow my cum p>

I glared at the little bastard. “Don’t talk about her like that p>

“She’s mine. I’ll talk how I like. I’ll do what I want. You don’t get a say p>

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I looked straight at Lea. “Tell me you’re not going with him p>

I saw the punch coming. Pierre was sloppy and slow, way too drunk to land a surprise hit.

I blocked it easily. It didn’t hurt.

But it was all the excuse I needed.

The fury that had been building all night finally snapped loose.

I drove my fist into his face, and blood splattered. He howled, swinging wildly. Lea tried to get between us, but I couldn’t stop.

Everything blurred. It wasn’t Pierre I was hitting anymore. It was every bad decision, every frustration, every damn thing that had gone wrong.

He kicked, flailed, screamed. But I kept swinging.

Bouncers stormed in, trying to pull me off, but I didn’t stop.

“I called the lawyer. He’s on his way p>

Lea entered the interview room after the police officer left.

She looked guilty. “I’m sorry p>

“Not your fault.” That was only partly true. My face still ached from the punch thrown by one of the bouncers, and I was still furious with Lea for agreeing to leave with her abusive, waste-of-space husband.

“You okay?” She winced at the bruises on my face. “Once we get bail, you should get checked out at a hospital p>