Obsessed With My Husband's Step-brother - Chapter 71: Chapter 71

ADONIS.
Two security men scraped the battered goon off the concrete ground at my feet and dragged him towards the police van. He was wheezing unhealthily and the spot he had been sprawled on was smudged with blood mixed with a couple of other unidentifiable fluids.
I flexed my knuckles in satisfaction. Everything had been gotten back under control, well, except for the fact that one of the fucking goons managed to really escape. The rest had been shoved back into the police van, bound this time, including the unlucky one who I had a great time beating the shit out of and now he would go with the cops with fewer teeth and broken ribs.
Fortunately for him, everything was back in order in a short time, any longer and he would have looked more like the Jeep wrecked on the driveway by the time I was done with him.
“Does Neil know about this?” I heard Cora ask Dominick softly behind me.
They were warier of me after the way I had snapped earlier. Fuck, I still itched to do something, hit something even though beating that fucking goon up helped a tiny bit.
“I couldn’t get through to him, but I had his secretary work on patching me through to him,” Dominick replied. “I’m sure we’ll hear from him before nightfall.”
The police car which had Freya in it drove forward and slowed when it got to us. “We’re taking her to the station for inquires.” Then he looked at Cora. “We need a statement from her, sir.”
Dominick nodded. “We’ll be there.”
“My son will bail me out, Cora, you’ll see. Unlike you, I have a son who actually cares about his mother.” Freya said smoothly through the window, a small smile on her infuriating face.
I felt my fists tingling again.
“You cannot manipulate Neil forever.” Cora spat viciously. “I will not allow it to continue anymore. He will see you for the truly insane snake you are and leave you for good. And you know what? I’m a better mother to him than you will ever dream to be.”
“You might have snatched the things I had, slut, but I have more than you can ever get now. And you can never snatch my son away from me.” Freya’s eyes were cold, lips curled menacingly.
“You’ll be getting help in a mental institution soon. Focus on that and let Neil be happy.” Dom said and then nodded to the police officer. The glass of the window slid closed as the car began to move again, but through the glass, Freya was fucking staring at me.
And when I met her eyes, her lips curled in a smile that looked very odd. Almost like she knew something that she was not supposed to know.
Then her face was gone.
The driveway was nearly deserted now, with the occasional one or two ogling ladies walking over to their car.
A gentle palm held my clenched fist and I abruptly looked down to see Cora by my side, looking up at me with worry. Seeing that expression on her face tugged at me. I have to get the fuck out of here. I don’t have the time or patience for all this emotional shit. Fuck.
“Are you okay?” She asked.
“Yeah,” I replied almost immediately, my voice gruff.
She was quiet for a while before I felt her head rest against my arm. “I loved that Jeep you know, not just because it was beautiful, but because it was a gift from you. Can it be fixed?”
“I’ll get you another one.”
I had the overwhelming urge to move, throw something, stay active somehow, and it was taking a lot of focus to listen to Cora because my mind was already going over the long list of the latest models of Jeep or more sleek cars I could buy, but the list was moving over and over and over again in my mind, like a fucking broken record.
She sighed and I felt her eyes on me again. “Are you sure you’re okay, Adonis? You seemed so... aggressive.” I looked down at her again with my eyebrow raised. She shook her head. “No, I meant different somehow. Did you take something?”
I had no fucking idea what she meant. And to be honest, I just wanted to fucking get out of here. I was horny. She fucking interrupted Leilani and me this afternoon. I could continue from where we stopped tonight.
“Adonis?”
“Listen, stop worrying about me. Just go home with Dom, get some rest, treat your bruise. When you feel better, get your statement to the police. The wreck will be taken care of by the spa and that motherfucker who got away would-”
“I’m your mother. Worrying about you is my job.” She cut me off and let go of my hand, moving to stand right in front of me, eyes narrowed. “And you usually don’t talk too much. But here you are listing off a to-do list for me, and that’s very odd. What’s going on with you tonight, baby boy?” She moved to touch my face but I stepped away, my face impassive.
“I’m leaving.” That was all I said before I walked past her towards my black Jeep waiting patiently under the darkening skies.