In Love by Davenport, Fiona (love books to read txt) 📕

my lips curved into a deadly smile—“yeah, you’re that fucked. But even if that weren’t the case, I should toss your ass off the roof just for speaking to any woman that way.”

“Rhett.” Charlotte’s voice was calm, and her use of my first name, as she placed a hand on my arm, cut through the red haze. I squeezed the fucker’s throat a little tighter as I turned my head to look down at her. “He’s scum, but he’s not worth the trouble that will follow if you hurt him.”

My jaw hardened, and I clenched my teeth. Gareth was clawing at my hand, coughing and sputtering. Charlotte’s expression turned earnest, and she gave my bicep a squeeze. “Please.”

There weren’t many things that Charlotte could have said to drain my rage, but her plea in that sweet voice did me in. I tossed Gareth to the side like a rag doll and bent over him to threaten, “If I hear even a whiff that you’re still treating women like your own personal sex toy, I will come for you. And Charlotte won’t be there to save your sorry ass.”

He nodded as he coughed and sucked in great big gulps of air. I stood back up and dropped my arms around Charlotte’s shoulders, grateful when she didn’t protest. I needed her near to restrain me from giving in to the desire to go back and beat the living shit out of that motherfucker. We started to walk past him, and Charlotte hesitated. I gave her a questioning look, and she smiled reassuringly before stepping away. Before I could even process what was happening, Charlotte had stalked over to the crying nitwit and shoved the pointy toe of her shoe right between his legs.

He howled in pain, and I grinned at her as she returned to my side and took hold of my hand.

“Baby, that was one of the sexiest things I have ever seen.”

3

Rhett

Two months later

I glanced at the clock as I fell naked onto my bed. Today had been a bit of a clusterfuck, and I didn’t want Charlotte to be pissed at me. It was just after eleven, so I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and settled back against a pillow before sending her a text.

Me: Sweet dreams, baby.

My woman: You didn’t hear it, but I just snorted.