Obsessed With My Husband's Step-brother - Chapter 69: Chapter 69

ADONIS.
“I had just gotten to the spa when Freya popped out of nowhere and came at me, saying all sorts of awful things.” Cora finally began to say. “I tried to make that altercation as short as possible, I really did, but she was starting to raise her voice and all, so I just walked out on her and entered the building.
“After a while, there was a sudden commotion outside and security were being mobilized to the parking lot. I went outside too to see my new Jeep utterly wrecked.” Cora’s usually calm voice cracked a little.
I felt rage roar inside my ears, my blood starting to boil within my veins. My grip on the wheel tightened so hard, the leather squeaked in desperate protest.
“That was not all, when they tried to restrain her and her goons who did the dirty work, she attacked me.” I knew she wasn’t saying everything. I fucking know Freya, I grew up with that fucked up old bitch breathing down my fucking neck all the damn time and I knew what she could do if given the motherfucking chance.
Molted rage bubbled up like toxic magma inside my chest. That bitch fucking hurt Cora.
My jaw clenched. “Give me the address.”
She probably heard the murderous intensity in my low tone as I started the fucking vehicle and backed out of the garage. “Adonis, baby boy, you have to calm down-”
“Address. Now.” I snapped, not in the mood for Cora’s tireless attempts at peaceful problem-solving methods. That turned out just great at her husband’s fucking dinner party. Freya was a haughty, insane old hag, thinking she can fucking do anything and get the fuck away with it simply because she’s Neil’s fucking mother.
Conversations and therapy had not worked with that fucking bitch in the past, and it still fucking won’t now. She fucking needed a good violent scare. From me. Then she needed to be locked up in a psychiatric institution with other fucking insane people. Permanently, this time.
I heard Cora sigh wearily but she finally gave me the address. “Drive safely, Adonis. I don’t want to have to worry about you too. I know you can be reckless.”
I gave a dark smirk at that and ended the call, anger still shining in my eyes. When I was younger, I wrecked a long line of cars from reckless driving and bloodthirsty racing. As I got older and more experienced, I stopped wrecking cars unnecessarily, but I still drive like a fucking suicidal devil just to blow off some fucking steam.
Turns out that might be what I fucking need right now.
Accompanied by the sound of screeching tires, the Jeep took a sharp turn and barreled forward, lurching with the force of the impressive horsepower engine beneath the shiny black exterior.
I pulled up into the concrete driveway in front of the huge glass building and stepped out of the Jeep, slamming the door back closed. A sparse crowd had formed around where I guessed was the scene of the fucking incident.
I strode over to the spot and through the nosy spectators only to slow down my strides to a stop as my eyes fell on the wreck that had once been Cora’s red Jeep.
Holy fucking shit.
What the actual fuck?
Red hot anger blazed with renewed vigor through me. That Jeep was a gift I gave to Cora just over a fucking month ago and it was extremely uncommon. Just a few units of its exact model were produced by its company and it is extremely, fucking hard to get one. I always knew Freya was jealous of every fucking thing Cora had but I had never really expected that bitch to be insane enough to fucking get the same type of Jeep, come flaunt it in front of us and as if that wasn’t fucking enough, she hired goons to come wreck Cora’s?!
My murderous eyes whipped to the side to see the notorious old bitch in the grip of a cop, her wrists handcuffed and clothes ruffled. Fuck! I’m too late to do anything.
Fuck!
But the infuriatingly manic grin on her fucking face showed she was not even bothered by the police. A couple of roughened guys were crammed into a police van, and I suspected that those were the fucking people who wrecked the Jeep. Murder boiled in my muscles, cursing the entire fucking cops for showing up before me. Heads would have fucking rolled.
Dom was standing right beside them, his hands gesticulating with frustration as he spat heated words at the security personnel huddled before him. He looked agitated and riled up, furious and raging. But he was directing all of that to the wrong people. He should be fucking yelling at that old bitch. One of the security men tried to speak but Dom shut him up with his own words again.
That’s right. He better take some drastic actions about knocking down his fucking insane ex-wife bitch because I was sorely tempted to knock that grin off her plastic face. With my fist.
Freya's cold blue eyes suddenly met mine. My fury flared.
“Oh, look who showed up!” She spat in a disgusting sweet tone, her voice loud enough to carry through the enormous driveway, eyes lighting up with evil intent. “What made you change your lifestyle of abandoning your family, Ace? Wow. Bastards do have a way of surprising people, don’t you think so, Dominick?” She laughed, her teeth glinting in the late sunlight.
The kind of rage that washed over me was unexplainable, all I knew was that my mind went blank, control flew out of the window and my vision was tinged deadly red.
And I was moving towards her in a deadly pace, dark intentions oozing out of me when somebody appeared in front of me and slammed a hand into my chest to keep me back. “Calm the fuck down, boy.”
My dark glare snapped away from Freya’s stunned ones to look at the motherfucker who had the galls to fucking butt into something that’s none of their fucking business. It was some middle-aged police officer, glaring at me. I grabbed his fucking hand and yanked it off my chest.
“The police will handle this. You don’t have to cause another scene, son.” His voice was less harsh this time, but firm and professional. Like that fucking made any difference to me. I loomed over his figure of average height, my eyes deadly serious. He met my glare challengingly.
“Adonis!” I heard Cora’s voice call out to me. She sounded scared. The blinding rage momentarily cleared just a little and I almost flinched at the panic in her tone. Shit. My eyes glanced back at Freya one last time with all the deadly intent I could muster, but she only responded with a sly smile.
My fists clenched tighter.