“No, you proved a whole lot more than that. And, I’ve got some more jobs for you coming up now that I know where your talents lie.”
“You can take your fucking jobs and shove them up your fucking ass. I’m not your lap dog.” My head was buzzing with the anger that he brought out in me; I was about ready to explode.
He stood up and leant both hands on the table, a threatening look taking over his face. “I’ll remind you of those photos I have of you and the blonde in Adelaide. Perhaps that will encourage you to change your mind.”
Fucker. “This conversation is over, asshole. And stay the fuck away from me and Madison. She doesn’t want you in her life anymore and I sure as hell could do without being reminded of what a prick of a father in law I’m going to have one day.”
“You don’t seriously think that I’m going to allow her to marry you, do you?”
I studied him for a moment. He was fucking delusional if he thought he had any say in Madison’s life anymore. “Try and fucking stop her.”
“I won’t have to; she’ll come to that decision on her own after I’m done with you.”
“Like I said, stay the fuck away, Marcus. You think you pushed me in Adelaide? What I did there was for someone I didn’t even fucking know. You don’t want to know how far I’d go for someone I love.” I had to get out of there; my rage towards him was only just being contained.
Leaving his office, I ran into Nash in the hallway. Christ, of all people. I scowled at him and continued walking.
“Hey, asshole,” he called out.
I stopped and turned back to face him. “What?” I snapped.
“What the fuck’s your problem?”
I stalked back to him. “You, motherfucker. I don’t like the way you look at Madison. Never have. She’s mine, so back the fuck off.”
“You’re a moody, jealous fuck, aren’t you? Got no idea what you’ve got right in front of you.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Jesus, Nash could get under my skin without even trying but when he said shit like that, it really made my blood boil.
He leant his angry face closer to mine. “What it fucking means is that you’ve got a good woman doing her head in over you. You’re right, she is yours; she’s completely fucking yours but she doesn’t feel it. So, instead of worrying about me, go home and worry about her.”
Jesus, fucking Christ! Between Marcus and now Nash, I was itching to punch someone. My arm swung back, ready to take a shot. However, someone grabbed me from behind and stopped me.
“Not the way to settle this, brother,” Scott warned.
I ripped my arm out of his hold. “Got nothing to do with you, Scott,” I threw back at him, my furious glare still on Nash.
“I don’t know what you two are arguing about but hitting a fellow club member brings problems into the club; problems we don’t need.”
“Fuck it!” I bellowed and stormed out of the clubhouse.
***
Madison
It was just after nine am when I heard J come through the front door. I’d been up waiting for him for two hours. In fact, I’d been considering going to the clubhouse and confronting him there.
His angry gaze swung my way when he entered the kitchen where I was waiting. I was stunned at his anger; he had no reason to be angry at me.
“We need to talk,” I stated the obvious.
“Damn straight, we need to talk,” he delivered on an angry breath.
I’d worked hard to contain my anger. All night, I’d bloody worked hard to do that; to wait to talk to him and find out his side of the story before getting angry. But now, I was done. “No! You don’t get to be mad at me, J. I’ve not done anything wrong here,” I yelled at him.
“You sure about that?” he asked, furious eyes blazing.
“Yes, I’m sure about that!”
“You spoke to Nash about us,” he accused me.
Shit. I did feel guilty about that.
I raised my hands in a defensive gesture. “Hear me out, okay?”
He raked his fingers through his hair. “Start talking, Madison.”
“Nash actually guessed there was something wrong and then when I hesitated to share with him, he guessed that you and I were having problems in the bedroom -”
He cut me off. “So, we don’t have sex as much and that turns into us having problems in the bedroom?” he demanded. “Problems that you felt it necessary to talk to Nash of all fucking people about.”
“If you’d calm down and discuss this rationally, you’d admit that, yes, we were having problems. You and I, we’re people who need sex. Some people aren’t like that but we fucking need it, J. It keeps us close. Nash pointed out that if we weren’t having it, then it probably meant that our connection was somehow broken. So yeah, I’d call that problems in the bedroom.”
I knew I’d said the absolutely wrong thing when his face twisted in barely concealed rage at the mention of Nash. He jabbed a finger in the air at me and warned, “Don’t ever fucking talk to Nash about us again.”