I stared at the wine. It turned to blood. My stomach lurched. I swallowed back down whatever climbed up my throat and pulled the glass towards myself, my eyes staying on him. “Always glad to rip a family apart.”
Drink it. He’s watching.
I did, my eyes staying on him. As soon as I set the glass down, he spoke again, “You must be hurting.”
“I’m used to it.”
“You shouldn’t say things like that around me. It piques my interest too much for your fiancé’s liking,” He looked at Blake. “Though that wouldn’t be a problem, would you? Considering you want to f**k my wife as well,”
I looked at Blake. His eyes stayed apathetic. “I’ve kept my distance. Remy is mine.”
“Until she has the Benson’s name,” The threat stayed in the air, floating before he turned back to face me. “I have heard too much
