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  Dante: Not bad! But I’d be much happier there with you.

  Lia: I’d prefer u to be here too! I miss you!!

  Seconds later his reply comes through.

  Dante: Baby I want nothing more than to be buried inside of that tight little body of yours. Making u scream my name all night long. Then I’d allow u to cum all over my cock as I fuck u raw!

  Wow! This man could turn me on with only a few words on a screen. His words seep into me. My body wanting exactly what he was saying.

  Lia: I want all that and more from u. Please hurry home. I need you.

  Lifting my eyes from my phone, I glanced around yet again for my brother’s truck. Of course, I don’t see it anywhere in my line of sight. Frustrated being out, when I really didn’t want to, I brought up his number and shot him off a message.

  Lia: Where r u? U told me to meet u out front of Laffy’s?

  Laughter across from me broke me away from my phone. Holding onto it tighter, I glanced up and toward where the laughter had come from and froze where I stood. There’s a busty, blonde, curvy woman practically all over this guy out the front of the shop for everyone to see. It’s not the woman my body had frozen to – it’s the guy with her.

  Tall, dark hair that sat in his eyes, muscular build, tight jeans and a loose black top. Shaking my head and closing my eyes, not believing what I was seeing… it can’t be. I couldn’t look, but my eyes opened and traced back to where the couple was now closer, standing together like in a lovers embrace. Leaning against the shop front next to Laffy’s, I couldn’t quite get a good look at the guy’s face. But the body, I would have known anywhere.

  Their voices suddenly disappeared and I found myself watching as their mouths connected to each other. My heart was beating rapidly, knowing what I was seeing was something I wouldn’t have wished on anyone.

  His face pulled away from the woman. He lifted his hand to the small of her back and began to guide her away from me down the street. That was when my worst fear hit me head on. The guy turned around, looking as if he was searching for someone. He glanced in my direction as if he could actually see me where I was standing. He couldn’t, but I sure noticed him. My fist scrunched up the piece of paper I was holding, the whole time I stood there staring at the couple.

  He turned around, whispered something into the woman’s ear causing her to giggle like a school girl, and pushed herself closer into him as they walked away from me. How could he do this to me? He wasn’t meant to be there. That lying asshole, telling me that he was needed up-state because he was the best for the job. Fuck him! Fuck the white horse he came on and fuck that damn bitch that was attached to his side.

  Dante could go to hell. Lying, cheating, bastard. Of all the times to be even doing shit like this, in our own town, minutes away from where we lived… together. I leaned over as the breath clogged my throat, shutting it off for any more air to travel through. My heart was shattering right in front of me as I watched the man that I loved, being affectionate toward another woman that wasn’t me. Someone that owned every part of me freely. Someone that has easily destroyed all that loyalty and trust that we once shared by hiding something like this.

  I needed to get away from there in case they decided to come back this way. Gripping the framework of the shop, I push myself up and stagger back toward where I parked my car. Every step, I took, became faster and faster. I could see my car parked at the end of the street and as soon as I had my door open I slid behind into the driver’s side, slamming the door directly behind me, then locking it. Hot tears streamed down my face, but I didn’t care. Was this all a big damn joke to him? He thought he could keep me hidden from all this shit? Keep me at home or in this town while he had a mistress somewhere else.

  “Fuck you, Dante!” I screamed while I repeatedly hit the steering wheel. My hand throbbed, but nothing hurt more than seeing your husband, the one that held your heart and soul in the palm of his hand, practically dry humping another woman for everyone to see. Keeping it all a big damn secret. Or was I that secret? It didn’t matter. I wasn’t going to be a secret anymore because there was no more us. We were finished.

  Once I’d parked my truck in the spot beside our house, I grabbed my bag and hopped out. Making my way toward the front door, it had been one of those days at work, well, actually one of those weeks. I hadn’t seen my girl for the last three days, being that I had to go away for work. Work I didn’t want to do. Amelia’s constant phone calls and text messages kept me sane. I hated leaving her alone at home, but I knew she was safe there. But the day before I came back here something was different. It was in the tone of her voice, the way she said certain things, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

  Shaking my head, I was glad to be home. Soon to be in my own bed with my beautiful wife lying right beside me. The trip was well worth it. One of their informants gave a lead as to when the next shipment would be. I was edging to get this damn ‘job’ over with. The last three days had been fourteen hours long. And it was killing me. Killing my time with my girl. But this was all for a reason. I’d work myself into the ground for this case and I was going to see it to the end.

  Pushing the front door open, I slipped off my boots and placed my bag on the ground near the hallway cupboard. I was late again arriving home, just after 11:00 p.m. I was meant to leave around three hours ago, but like that was ever going to happen. I needed to meet up with our informant and find out what kind of information they had. If he hadn’t given me what he had tonight, I would’ve beaten his ass for making us adventure all over the fucking countryside tonight.

  Removing my jacket and dropping it on the sofa, I began to make my way toward the kitchen when something on my right shifted. Stopping my movement, my hand automatically went straight to my belt. Unbuckling my Glock and sliding it out of its holster, the dim light coming from the kitchen only gave me enough light to see the dining table. Where I stood, unless you had night vision, you couldn’t see me.

  Turning around and facing where the movement came from, I raised my Glock in front of me and waited for the next move. Step by step, I edged my way closer to the area. I knew where every piece of furniture was in this house. I memorized it, in case something like this happened. No one broke into my house without getting what came to them.

  The lamp in the corner flicked on, “Don’t fucking—”

  Amelia sat there curled up in our recliner, a blanket wrapped around her body with her Kindle sitting on her lap, her arms were crossed over her chest. Looking closely, her breathing was heavy and not in the way I was hoping for.

  “Lia, shit! I could have shot you. What the fuck were you thinking?” I growled. I’d never live with myself if I’d shot her. She knew better. Fuck! I was a cop for fuck’s sake.

  Sliding my Glock back in its holster, I stormed off toward the kitchen needing a stiff drink. Slamming the freezer door closed and throwing the ice I grabbed into a glass, I poured myself two shots of rum. I gulped the brown liquid enjoying the burn it caused as it slid down my throat. Amelia waltzed in and stopped near the entrance.

  “How was the trip?”

  Leaning against the bench, I took in her stance. Nothing out of the ordinary, her posture was normal, no fidgeting, her eyes were glued to mine. The only thing, I noticed, was her pulse at the base of her neck was beating rapidly and should have been a dead giveaway that she was pissed. Of course, she would be. I was meant to be home hours ago. But why ask how my trip was when I’d already told her about it. Every time we spoke I told her everything. Well, not everything technically, but what I could tell her. She knew I couldn’t talk to her about cases. I poured another drink.

  “It was all right. Received information about a case I’m on, nothing new that I haven’t already told you.”

  Stepping forward once. “So this trip was exactly where up-state?”

  “What’s with all the questions, Lia? I haven’t seen you in the last three days, and all you want to do is question me about where I
was?”

  “It’s a pretty simple question, Dante.”

  “Really? You know full well I can’t give you an exact location. Fuck, Lia! Is that the reason you’re in a pissed mood because I was up-state?” I stepped away from the bench and began to move toward her, but stopped when she shifted back. Looking into her beautiful blue eyes, the one thing I hated seeing in them was pain, and she was obviously in that now.

  “Baby—”

  “Don’t baby me, Dante Davenport. I know you can’t give me the damn location. I want to know, were you really up-state like you told me.”

  What the fuck! Was she playing games with me?

  “You know I was up there, Lia. Shit! Why would I bloody tell you I was when I wasn’t?” Fuck! What the hell was going on? Taking a step again. It pissed me off when she stepped away from me yet again.

  “Lia, what’s going on? And why the fuck are you moving away from me?”

  Clenching my fists at my side, I wanted nothing more than to hold her against me. I knew something was way off. Searching her face for any clues as to why she was acting this way, but came up with nothing. Her blue eyes glassed over and I watched as a single tear leaked from the corner of her eye and slid down her cheek. It killed me seeing her the way she was right now.

  “Lia, please tell me what’s going on,” I whispered.

  “I just want one answer. Did you stay the whole three days up-state?”

  Frowning. “No, I needed to see the captain about the case I was on, and met up with him.”

  Her hand flew to her mouth covering the gasp that had escaped. Shaking her head, more tears streamed down her face then suddenly she turned around and ran out of the room.

  “Lia,” I yelled after her. My feet moved as I followed her out of the room, and fell in step behind her. Reaching for her arm, I grabbed it and spun her around facing me. “What the fuck are you doing?” I said panting.

  “Don’t touch me,” Lia screamed.

  Like that was going to happen. Wrapping both my arms around Lia, pinning hers to her side, I walked both of us back until her back hit the wall. Struggling in my grip, I ignored her movements until she began kicking.

  “Stop,” I growled. Shit! She had a kick on her. I pushed the lower half of my body against hers harder without hurting her. I didn’t care if she hurt me, but I didn’t want her to injure herself.

  “Fuck you, Dante,” she spat.

  “Watch your mouth,” I hissed. I held her against the wall until she stopped moving. Sobs racked her body as I held her there. “Why are you acting this way, Lia? What happened while I was away?” I asked.

  “I… saw… you,” Lia sobbed harder. Her hands fisted in my shirt as the words left her mouth.

  “Baby, you saw me where?” I had no fucking idea what she was saying. I racked my brain as to where she could have seen me, but nothing came up.

  “Near Laffy’s, two nights ago,” she answered me, and then her body pushed me back catching me off guard as she shifted yet again away from me.

  How was that possible? There was no way she would have seen me there.

  Lifting my hand, I rubbed the tension away in my neck. “Baby, you didn’t see me there.” I huffed. I wasn’t getting into this with her now. I’d just got home and all I wanted was to be with my wife, not arguing.

  She stormed over and stopped directly in front, nose to nose. “It was you I saw, Dante. You were meant to be up-state, but you weren’t,” she said shaking her head. “I thought I was dreaming when I heard your laugh. That you were home. There was still a day before that was supposed to happen.”

  “Lia, look, what you saw was—”

  “I know what I saw, Dante. So what am I? The secret you’re hiding all cramped up in this house? Keep your wife at home for no one to see while you’re out doing God knows what,” her voice shook as she spoke.

  “You’re not a secret, Lia. Where the fuck did you get that idea from? Shit! I’m not hiding you from anyone, for fuck’s sake. You know the captain and half the men I work with. Jesus, where is all this coming from? I’m sorry that you’re feeling lonely with me being away, I’m trying my best at—”

  Her hand came out of nowhere as it connected to the side of my face. The impact from the hit caused my head to roll on my shoulders. Jesus! My cheek throbbed, pulsed where her fingers and palm had landed.

  “What the fuck was that for, Lia?” I couldn’t help the growl that escaped my mouth. Rubbing over the mark she’d obviously left behind, she backtracks away from me, back to the wall. Her hands shook in front of her. Her eyes flickered between where I stood then toward the front door.

  Taking a step in her direction. “Don’t even think about it, Lia.”

  Her head began to shake from side to side, knowing full well she was going to make a dash for the door. I leaped forward just as she reached for the handle. My hand slammed against the wood of the door, stopping her from opening it. Spinning around, she took me by surprise when her knee came up and slammed straight up into my balls. Taking the wind out of me my hand cupped my balls, trying to take most of the pain away as I dropped to the floor in front of her.

  “Fuck!” I hissed through clenched teeth.

  Why in the bloody world did I teach her that damn move? Because you wanted her to be able to protect herself, asshole!

  I heard the front door creak open. Placing my other hand on the ground to lift myself up, I look up and see Lia walking out the door.

  “Lia. Stop,” I ground out. The pain shot through me as I stood and steadied myself. Gripping the door frame for just a split second, I took a deep breath which didn’t help the throbbing pain coursing its way through my balls and began walking outside. As I made my way out onto the front porch, I found Lia staring my way while she stood near her car door. Taking her eyes from me, her head dropped, body slumped like she’d given up. “Lia, talk to me. What’s going on?” I tried to say more, but the pain had clogged my brain for any words, so I went with the first thing I could think of.

  “What’s there to talk about, Dante?” she answered. Shaking her head at me, I watched on as she opened the driver’s door and stood there, her back to me, unmoving.

  I couldn’t move from where I stood. The pain intensified through my body. Jesus, this wasn’t the first time I’d been kneed in the balls, but the other times I’d prepared for it. This was a shock to my system.

  “There’s plenty to talk about obviously. You’re upset over something that you won’t tell me.”

  “Upset? That’s what you call this, Dante? I’m not upset as you so-called put it. I’m hurt,” her voice crumbled as she told me.

  My head shot up. How was she hurt? I haven’t hurt her in any way. Not like what she had done to my bloody balls. “I think I’m the one that’s hurt here,” I mumbled.

  “Really? You deserved that and more,” she told me.

  Holding onto the rail for support, I stumbled down the four stairs and slowly made my way over toward her, then stopped on the grass near the driveway. “What have I done now to get my balls slammed up into my throat?”

  Her laughter met my ears and it wasn’t the loving, carefree laugh I loved so much about her. It was pained, almost evil in a way. She slammed her door and stomped over to where I stood. My hands automatically went to my crotch, protecting my jewels in case she decided to cause any more pain.

  “You’ve done the one thing I thought you’d never do, Dante,” her voice croaked as tears continued to shed from her eyes.

  I racked my brain for answers. Going over everything possible to figure out what I’d done that would lead us here now. Nothing came up. I hadn’t been here. Shaking my head at her, having no clue.

  “Really? You’re going to stand there and say nothing? Not even apologize for what you did?” her voice broke.

  “I can’t apologize for something that I’ve no idea what I’ve done, Lia.” I dropped to my knees. I couldn’t stand any longer.

  “Of course, you’re going say
you have no idea what you did. You probably thought it wasn’t that important, or that you actually did anything wrong. I thought differently of you, Dante.”

  “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, Lia. Jesus! If I did something, fucking tell me so I can fix it,” I roared at her.

  She flinched at my tone. Shit! This woman frustrated me to no end. Raising my hand to apologize for my outburst, her feet came into my view. Lifting my head up and looking into her eyes, the pain I saw made me cringe inside, knowing I’d put that there.

  “I’ll tell you what you did, Dante. I saw my husband the other night in town while I was waiting for my brother. I was actually excited to see that you’d come home early from your trip. But what ripped my heart out was the blonde woman attached to your side as you came out of the restaurant. I really didn’t think much of it till I saw you kiss her.” Her head dropped in defeat. “That hurt the most, Dante. Seeing your hands on another woman. Your lips on hers. The way she curled into your body. You always told me that you belonged to me, obviously that was a lie.”

  I kneeled there, in shock, at her words. My eyes followed her as she walked back toward her car and slid in behind the steering wheel. Seconds later the engine started and her car began to back out of the driveway. Realization of what she’d said sunk in, hard. Pushing myself off the ground and ignoring the pain shooting through me, I made a run for it toward her moving car.

  Banging on the window. “Lia,” I yelled. I reached for the handle to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge. The door was locked. “Stop the car, Lia,” I asked as she continued to back out.

  The car stopped, her eyes found mine, tears streamed down her beautiful face. “I can’t be near you right now, Dante. I’m going to stay over at my brother’s place tonight. Please don’t come by or call.”

  She doesn’t allow me to say anything else. I stood there and watched as her car disappeared up our street.

  Why didn’t I think this through when I needed to come back and speak with the captain? Because it wasn’t on your damn mind at the time, dipshit!