Chapter 181 When the Past Knocks on the Ranch Door
POV Maya:
Two years later
I look like I’m going to explode at any minute. Why the hell did I fall for Sebastian’s line that he would pull out before coming? I’m going to kill my pornographically romantic man. I can’t see my feet anymore—let alone my sweet pussy—and it’s all his fault. I don’t even want to think about where this baby is going to come out. After Adrian’s log, maybe the baby will slide out easy, I think, hopeful and delusional.
I’m sunbathing when I hear raised voices. In the same second, I get to my feet and go after my cowboys.
With my enormous size, I have a bit of trouble walking fast, but I feel proud that I manage to waddle like a duck without having to take off my wonderful platform sandals. As soon as I get outside, I see red. Some men are on top of my cowboys, hitting them—when I’m the only one allowed to beat the shit out of them.
“What the fuck!” I scream, already pulling off my sandal. “You assholes, get your hands off my men!” I roar the way I learned from my caveman brute.
“Maya, damn it, are you naked?” Is that seriously what Dominic is worried about? “You’re pregnant—do you want to put our child at risk, fuck?” He scoops me up, and I want to hit him with my sandal.
“Don’t yell at me, you brute,” I order, wanting to throw myself at the idiots still on top of Sebastian and Mikhail.
“We’re sorry,” one of the morons says, but I don’t even bother looking at him. I’m worried about Mikhail’s cheek, which is a little red. “My brothers are worked up because you used to date our woman, and they’re a bit possessive.”
What? I turn my head toward the woman in the wheelchair and immediately know I’m going to jail for murder.
“Wait a minute—you’re Scarlett?” I ask, just to make sure I’m about to kill the right person. I don’t want to make a mistake. Dominic would kill me if I made our baby grow up without a mother because I murdered the wrong person.
“Yes,” she replies, signing her sentence. “And you are?” Her question makes me burst out laughing. I tie my hair into a bun, ready to pay another visit to the police station. Deep down, I always knew I wouldn’t have just one record.
“I’m Maya, and I’m going to end you.”
I don’t think about what I’m doing. I just act on impulse, thinking about how much Sebastian suffered because of her, how long it took him to believe that I loved him because of the traumas this bitch left him with—and I punch her in the face. Hoping the pain I’m causing is at least one percent of the pain I know she caused him.
I tried to find this woman in the past to settle things, but I couldn’t. A few months after I’d given up, I was going through Sebastian’s things and found her phone number. I called a few times just to at least curse her out, but she never answered. And now she has no idea the mistake she made coming here.
“Maya!” Sebastian shouts at me, and my eyes fill with tears at the same second when I see him worried about her.
Worried about the woman who hurt him.
A pain in my chest makes me fall silent, fearing this woman has shown up to destroy my family, to hurt Sebastian even more. Where is Louis when I need him? Did he really have to go into town with my in-laws?
“It’s okay, Sebastian, I’m fine.” I don’t like the way she speaks to him. I don’t like the way Sebastian listens to her after everything. And I hate seeing the intimacy they clearly share. “I’m fine, Damian.” One of the idiots leans over and kisses her on the mouth.
“She punched you, Scarlett.” His voice shows he’s angry at me. I couldn’t give less of a fuck. I just want him to disappear along with this damned woman. “It’s going to swell. We’d better leave.”
“Not yet. I need to talk to them,” she says, looking at my men. My men.
I’m going to kill her.
“Let me go, Dominic, let me go right now, fuck!” Dominic tightens his hold on me, blinding me with rage. “You brute, I hate you,” I lie.
“You don’t hate shit,” he throws back in my face, because the son of a bitch knows I love him and carry a truckload of filth for him and his brothers.
“Maya.” The bitch calls my name, and I want to jump at her. “Can you talk to me?”
Is she joking? I get even more irritated and feel a pain in my lower belly.
“What’s your deal? What are you doing here? Weren’t you satisfied with everything you did and now you’re back to do worse?” I fire questions at her. “If that’s it, I won’t allow it.” I say it, and she smiles.
“You must drive Dominic and Luca crazy.”
Of course I do, but she doesn’t need to know that.
“Maya, do you know Burt?”
David idiot Burt? Of course I know that wonderful man who helped my cowboys get some sense into their thick skulls and go after me at the airport.
“Scarlett!”
“Bitch!”
I glance sideways at Luca and Dominic, not liking the fury they’re directing at Scarlett. I’m the bitch for Luca, and Dominic can only roar like that at me—for any other woman, he has to use a normal tone of voice.
Another stab in my lower belly makes me want to hit Sebastian.
Whatever is happening to me, it’s his fault.
“I do,” I smile, remembering the time my friend helped me make the cowboys jealous. “A perfect gentleman. Once he helped me when my car mysteriously broke down in the middle of nowhere.”
Ah, how refreshing that day was. David and the Collins helped me stir up a little jealousy in my cowboys after a misunderstanding at Celeste’s bar. I still miss the folds I lost that night. Was that the night I fell for Sebastian’s trick?
“Maya, don’t start, fuck,” Mikhail snaps, and I roll my eyes at his ridiculous jealousy.
When is he going to stop? David is very happily married to my friend and Sean—and he’s also one of our wedding godfathers.
“Can we talk?” If she wants to be alone with me in a closed space, who am I to deny myself my best chance to kill her?
“Of course we can,” I say brightly, already thinking about how I’m going to get rid of her body after I rip out her heart—just like she almost did with Sebastian’s.