This Man Confessed(44)

“Oh…”

“Yes, oh. Come on.” She grabs my hand and pulls me from the toilet. “Where’s Jesse?” she asks as we pass the bar entrance.

I glance through and see him standing at the bar, a glass of clear liquid in one hand, and in his other…a woman’s arse.

I see red.

I yank my hand from Kate’s and steam toward my fucked-up, fucking twat of a husband.

“Hey, Ava! I need to leave!” Kate calls.

I ignore her and fight my way through the crowd. He looks up and clocks me, but his eyes don’t widen. He doesn’t look guilty or like he’s been caught out. Why would he? I catch a glimpse of Sam, who looks more fearful than Jesse at my determined approach, and the first thing I do when I reach him is snatch the glass from his hand and down it. It’s water. I drop it to the floor, the smashing of glass only just breaking the loud roar of music and chatting. Then I pivot toward the woman, who now has her hand on my neurotic Lord’s tight arse.

“Fuck off,” I yell in her face, physically removing her hand from Jesse. I don’t need to repeat the move when it comes to Jesse’s palm on her backside. That has already been wisely removed, and there is no need for me to repeat my words, either. The woman’s eyes widen and she backs away cautiously. It’s probably the most sensible move she’s ever made. I feel lethal. “What the fuck are you doing?” I scream.

His eyebrows slowly raise, a hint of a smirk breaking the corner of his lush mouth. It’s the first emotional reaction I’ve gotten from him since he walked into the bar. But he doesn’t say anything.

“Answer me!”

He shakes his head and turns away from me, signaling the barman over. Oh, he asked for this. I turn and see all three of my friends, plus Sam and my brother, all standing in shocked silence. I’m shocked myself, but I’m far from silent.

“Move!” I shout and push my way between them, striding determinedly toward the dance floor. It doesn’t take me long to find what I’m looking for; I get plenty of offers when I hitch the hem of my dress up. I take a few brief seconds to scan the selection and home straight in on a tall, dark-haired, blue-eyed man. A hot man. I don’t give myself time to consider rejection. I walk straight up to him, let him drink me in for a few moments, before I slip my hand around his neck and move in. He accepts willingly, pushing his tongue into my mouth without delay and slipping his arm around my waist. I scorn myself for thinking how good he is, and I soon fall into his steady rhythm, until he is suddenly gone.

I open my eyes and see the strange man scowling at Jesse. “What the fuck?” he shouts incredulously, to which Jesse replies by drawing his fist back and punching the poor guy straight in the face…hard. I watch in horror as his nose splatters and blood sprays everywhere. It doesn’t stop him, though. He goes straight back at Jesse, tackling him to the floor, fists flying, throats being squeezed, and everyone moving back to give the two big men room to fight.

“Ava, what the fuck were you thinking?” Sam’s angry voice stabs at my ears from the side, and I look up to find an accusing stare. I don’t know what I was thinking. I don’t think I was thinking at all.

I follow Sam’s gaze back to the floor, just as Jesse takes a clean swipe of a fist to his jaw. I wince. “Sam, please stop them.” All I can see is Jesse’s white shirt smothered in red and the other guy’s face mangled, his nose clearly broken.

“Are you fucking mad?” Sam laughs.

I’m just about to start begging when Jesse gets to his feet and drags the man up, pinning him against a pillar before bringing his knee up and striking with a full-on, hard blow to the ribs. The man crumbles to the floor with his arms wrapped around his torso. I feel horrible, and not because I’m watching my husband rub his sore jaw. I feel responsible for the poor stranger, who I targeted to get the crap beaten out of him. What the hell is wrong with me?

I gasp as I’m shoved out the way and Jay charges through, doing a quick assessment of the situation before practically diving on Jesse and manhandling him out of the bar. I move back as they pass me, but Jesse fights against the skinhead and grabs hold of me. “Get your fucking arse outside,” he growls.

I’m suddenly very aware that I’ve made a grave mistake, and not wanting to face the music that will be a raging beast of a man outside, I decide my safest option is to remain in the bar. I struggle against Jesse, and he struggles against Jay.

I can hear the doorman cursing as he battles with us. “Out!” he shouts, and I’m abruptly lifted from my feet and secured against the doorman’s chest. “I’ll carry her out if you remove your stubborn fucking arse from the bar!” he yells at Jesse.