Still, even as she thought about the other woman she couldn’t stop thinking about her husband. They’d both made a mistake. She could forgive and forget if he would be willing.
He tucked some loose strands behind her ear. “You’re so beautiful.”
Kelsey remained silent never knowing what to say to him when he spoke words of love and beauty.
“It’s time for us to finish our stroll,” he said.
She rested her head on her palm staring at people as they passed. The women were all looking at Killer. The lust shone in their eyes at the sight of him. She wanted to get up and smack them to stop them looking at her man.
The men stared at Killer with envy. They were clearly taken in by his tattoos and leather jacket. The Skulls were known far and wide.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Michael asked, stepping forward.
Shit, he looked ready to do murder. Glancing behind her she saw Killer held the same look on his face.
“I’m taking her for a walk.”
“You’re not supposed to be here. When are you going to learn your fucking place?” Michael asked. His voice rose turning them into a spectacle.
“Michael, stop it,” she said, wanting the ground to open up and swallow her.
“No, I let Tate in, but now I find you being taken out by this piece of shit.”
She tensed. “Stop it!”
He charged behind her intent on pushing Killer out of the way. Both men were large, and Kelsey wasn’t interested in being the thorn between them. Spinning as far as she could, she pressed her palm on top of Killer’s. “Take me back to my bedroom. I don’t want any of you starting a fight. We’re in the hospital gardens.”
Gripping the blanket tighter she waited for them to start moving. Tate and Sandy were returning. When they saw what was going on, they charged their way.
“You’re not seeing her again,” Michael said, glaring at both women.
“You can’t fucking stop me, asshole.” Tate stepped right up to Michael. “You want to piss on her, go ahead. She’s my best friend. She wanted to see Killer, and I, like the good friend I am, made sure she got what she wanted.”
“You wanted to see Killer?” Michael asked, turning his gaze back to her.
“Yes.”
Silence fell on the group. She tensed waiting for the inevitable argument. Why couldn’t he see that she was in love with Killer?
No one spoke a word as Killer started moving. They made their way to her room. He picked her up easing her back on the bed.
“I can fucking do that—”
Michael didn’t get to finish what he was saying before Killer had him locked up against the far wall with an arm across his neck. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” Killer asked, growling in the other man’s face.
Kelsey panicked. “Stop it, the both of you, stop it.”
Sandy and Tate tried to pull Killer off, but he wasn’t having any of it.
“I’m sick to fucking death of you throwing your name around. She’s mine, dammit, mine.”
Security rushed through the room tearing Killer off. He was pulled out of the room, yelling at Michael. “I’ll find the fucking truth out about you, fucker.”
She glanced toward Michael to see him smiling smugly. He clearly wanted Killer to attack him, but why?
“Get out,” he said, pointing a finger at Tate. “You’ll be lucky to see her again soon.”
Tate, always so stubborn, walked over to her. “I’ll see you tomorrow, honey. Just wait and see if anyone can stop me.” She kissed her cheek before leaving the room.
“I’ll have a guard of my choosing posted at this door,” Michael said, glaring at Sandy. “When the time is right, you’re leaving this place.”
Panicking, she glanced at Sandy, seeing the shock in the other woman’s face. “You can’t take her away. This is where she has to stay.”
“No, I’m doing what I think is best for my wife, and it’s not staying here with you fuckers. I don’t want him near my woman.”
“I’m not yours,” Kelsey said, speaking up.
“You’re mine. Your name is Kelsey Granito, and it’s time you started using it.”
He stared down at her. The glare he sent her way startled her enough to sit back on the bed. She felt torn between arguing with him or doing as she was ordered.
“Leave,” he said, talking to Sandy. He didn’t break eye contact but ordered Sandy out of the room.
For once the other woman didn’t argue with an order.
She stared at the door closed shut behind her.
“Why?” she asked, staring back at him.
“Why what? I’m not a mind reader.”