"The next time you hit me in my own house," I say evenly, "be rest assured I'm going to fuck you up."
He doesn't react, doesn't apologize either.
Just quietly takes a sip of the whiskey like we're discussing business instead of the fact that he rearranged my face downstairs.
Honestly, that almost pisses me off more.
"You're lucky Elaine was there," I mutter.
Lucas lowers the glass finally and i lean back slightly in my chair.
"You put a fucking baby in her."
"I know."
"No," he says quietly. "I don't think you do."
Something sharp flickers through me briefly.
"She's my wife."
"She's my sister."
"I'm well aware."
Lucas's jaw tightens.
"You don't get to make decisions like that for her."
Silence settles heavily in the room as j grip the glass tighter for a second before finally sighing and tossing the whiskey back in one rough swallow.
The burn barely even registers.
"I know," I say quieter this time.
And the thing is…I mean it now. I fucked up, I know I did.
