Tatiana slammed her cup on the table. “That’s it. Listen asshole, whatever you want with Evvie—”
“No, you listen, bitch. This has nothing to do with you.”
“What the hell do you want?” I demanded.
Stefan grinned. “You’ll see. In time.”
Chewing my cheek, I waited. Anxiety swirled deep in the pit of my belly. Screw it. “Tatiana, Anna, I’ll see you later.” I couldn’t sit there anymore. I rose to my feet and headed out of the small coffee shop. Just as I rounded the corner, I bumped into a hard body.
An arm reached out, stopping my fall.
I looked up into deep blue eyes that had captivated me from the very start. “Brett.”
He smirked and cupped my cheek. Rubbing his thumb along my bottom lip, he placed a hard kiss on my mouth. “Where do you think you’re going, lover?”
I took a breath. “I…I was going to see you.”
Brett leaned down and brushed his nose along the side of my neck, inhaling deep. “I want coffee.”
“Brett…” He was lying. He wanted to see Stefan and pound his face in. I could tell by the cold look in his eyes. “Take me home.”
“Hmm…home,” he purred.
My heart soared. “Please. I don’t want anything to happen.”
He nibbled my palm and kissed the band on my ring finger. “What do you think would happen?”
“I think you’ll end up punching Stefan in the face…” I frowned as Brett’s gaze turned icy cold.
“Stefan? That fucker from Mexico is here?”
My heart dropped. “Yes. I thought that’s why you’re here.”
“No. I came to see you. Tatiana texted Kane and he told me to meet you here but no one mentioned Stefan,” he said, his voice rising.
Shit. “Okay, well…” I swallowed. “Take me home.”
A wicked grin spread on Brett’s face before he grabbed my hand and pulled me back into the coffee shop. “We don’t want to be rude, Evvie. Let’s say hi to our dear old friend.”
My heart raced, thumping hard against my rib cage. “Brett, please, just take me home.”
His hand wrapped around my neck and he leaned down to my ear. “I will, but right now, I’m going to remind Stefan, who you belong to.”
“Brett,” I cried and grabbed his arm, stopping him. “He knows Claire.”
Brett paused in his steps and turned back to me. “He does?”
I nodded. “He’s the one that sent those pictures of the both of you to me.”
His jaw clenched, his eyes turning black. “Now we definitely have to say hi.”
I frowned and followed behind Brett as he led us back to the table where Tatiana, Anna and Stefan were still sitting. All three of them looked up as we neared it. Tatiana’s eyes widened and Stefan sneered. Anna chewed her bottom lip, brushing a dark strand of hair behind her ear.
“Well well well. Now isn’t this interesting?” Stefan said, rubbing his chin.
Brett grunted and held me tight beside him, practically placing me on his lap.
“Um…we should go.” Tatiana grabbed her stuff.
Anna nodded. They both gave me hugs.
“Whatever happens, Brett loves you,” Anna whispered in my ear and headed out the door before I could protest. I stared after her. I knew Brett loved me. It was the one thing that I was certain of.
Now that he knew who was responsible for the pictures, I didn’t blame him for being furious.
I didn’t know what Brett had in mind when it came to showing Stefan who I belonged to. I knew how he showed me in the past but it was unlikely he was going to have sex with me in public. Even though he had threatened it several times before.
The jealousy that Brett had, took over sometimes. I wasn’t even sure if he was aware of it. He needed to not worry and trust me. Trust in the fact that there was no one else for me. That he was it.
As I sat there watching the guys have a macho he-man stare down, my stomach clenched and twisted. Anxiety swirled deep in my belly. If Brett wasn’t careful, his jealousy would get the best of him or worse. It would destroy what we had worked so hard at getting back.
THIRTEEN
After sitting for what felt like forever in uncomfortable silence, my nerves got the better of me and I couldn’t take it anymore. “Stefan, what do you want?”
Stefan smirked and rubbed his chin. “Now what makes you think that I want something?”
I rolled my eyes. “I told Brett about the pictures.”
“I know. That’s why I told you about them in the first place.” Stefan shrugged.
Brett stiffened beside me and grabbed my hand. “You hassled us on the plane, in Mexico, and now here. What the hell is your deal, fucker?”