clutched her chest above her heart as she watched Andrew liberally roamed his hands over Kiki Savvi’s body, dressed in a fashionable short sundress. It was a pornographic displayed across the hood of Andrew’s car.
“Christ!” Axel’s fist hit the table in front of Liv, startling her. He was oblivious that he’d done it, with his gaze riveted to the scene across the street.
Andrew was cheating on her. The words screamed through Liv’s mind and she whimpered, pushing away from the table to flee.
“Liv.” Axel’s hand caught her fist, his tortured gaze pinned hers, then his features turned compassionate. It was nearly more than she could stand and she jerked her fist from beneath his hand, standing. She wasn’t going to watch anymore.
Axel seemed unable to stop, and his gaze jerked back. God, she wouldn't want to be either one of them, she thought, after seeing the raw fury on Axel’s face. Then she turned and headed blindly toward the bar.
Had she been that bad a wife? That bad a lover? Tears threatened to spill free and it made her so angry. She would not cry over that bastard.
“You need another Bailey’s and coffee?” The voice startled Liv and she realized she was leaning against the bar near the cash register.
“Later, Sam!”
Liv jerked at the booming voice and she saw the bikers leaving.
“Later,” the bartender called behind her. “So what can I get you, lady?”
Liv dropped her purse on the bar, dragging her gaze back to him, and she heard her harsh voice saying, “Tequila.” Then once she’d said it, she thought it sounded like a cure. “A shot,” she added. “No, two of them,” she added again as Sam the bartender turned to pour her two shots.
Her hand shook as she tossed backed the first shot, not bothering with salt or lime. It burned the back of her throat, and she had to internalize the snort wanting to break free. She wasn’t a drinker, but the biting burn matched her feelings.
She tossed her credit card onto the bar. “Run a tab on this,” she ordered Sam with her eyes watering a bit.
Sam nodded while looking bored, then he grabbed the credit card and wandered off. Liv tried to smirk like an arrogant man as her husband might do. That was one of Andrew’s credit cards. He kept them in his name — not both their names, and that always bothered her. One day she’d found that one in the pocket of his suit before she’d taken it to the dry cleaners. For some reason she’d forgotten to return it to him. It might have been spite, she thought as the Tequila failed to burn away the images of Andrew kissing Kiki so passionately.
She gripped the shot glass, curling her fingers around it as if she wished that she could crush it. Maybe she did. Maybe she wished she could throw it ... crash it against the wall.
“ How could you,” she uttered beneath her breath, slamming the empty shot glass down on the bar top, and then reaching for the next full one.
Axel felt as if he’d been punched in the face by an iron fist as his gaze stayed riveted to his unfaithful wife. His eyes burned as he watched her being groped, stretched out, over the hood of Darwin’s expensive sports car. The bastard had his hands roaming all over Kiki’s body. And Kiki wasn’t protesting. Not one bit.
He knew what she was like when she was that hot ... rubbing back against the hard erection humping her.
“Christ!” He spat the curse like a pistol shot abruptly cut off.
He couldn’t believe what they were doing out in public. Cars drove by ... some people couldn’t help but notice. If he’d been inside his rental shop he’d have been completely clueless, while this went on just outside.
“Christ,” he hissed again. It was one thing to be cheated on, but another to be so blatantly cuckolded like this. How many times had this happen, while he was just on the other side of the rental building’s wall?
He watched with morbid fatalism, but he wanted the images burned into his retinas so he