Their Secret Obsession by Pippa Moon

Chapter 0241

Knox POV

"Are you still with us, Knox?" Chase asked, sounding bored and fed up with dealing with me. Something he had in common with Kane.

"And me." Havoc interjected rudely.

"Back at you!" I snapped back, not in the mood for his bullshit right now.

"SHUT UP DAMMIT." I screamed behind me. "I can't think, let alone hear him." I knew I was taking my frustration out on them, but it made it easier than admitting to Chase that everything he was saying was right. I was a fuck up. A waste of space. I had failed my girl. My mate. My children.

"Fuck you!" Someone yelled back. The room erupted with the sound of laughter and cheers. Growling, no longer in the mood for this. I rolled my eyes and flipped them off without even glancing back into the room. If I had not been otherwise engaged, I would have happily taught these pricks manners.

"Ha, whatever you say." Havoc rumbled with laughter. Like the arrogant fuck, he was.

"Well, maybe if you helped me out, I would win a fight every now and then." I muttered to my wolf, or at least I thought I did, but given how the barman looked at me, I guessed I had said it out loud. "Where are you, Knox?" Chase asked abruptly. "Is that shouting I hear?"

surrounded him, eyeing me like I was a damn hooker. My lips curled, seeing them egging the male on. Given the way he was eyeballing me, he was apparently her boyfriend and didn't like the offer

back to the bar, but in the back of my mind, I knew Havoc was right; I was in no fit state to take on those fuckers.

fighting? Where the fuck are you?" he demanded; maybe it was weak and selfish of me, but I hoped that if I told him, he would tell Lottie, and she would come to see me and save me? "You're deluded." Havoc moaned. "She is suffering enough, and you want her to think you're fucking other woman too." He scolded me; he had a point, but... maybe, just maybe, it would help. Sitting on my ass wasn't doing me any good. So perhaps if she came to tell me off, yell at me, anything, I would be

your problem,

my type.. too... easy." I yelled across the bar, shrugging. Well, fuck it, in for a penny, in for a pound, as the saying goes. Alcohol didn't seem to be helping ease my suffering; maybe a good beating would knock me out long enough to at least sleep a few hours without

muttered. "I'm putting you on speaker. Don't hang up." I heard

stormed over, shoving me hard enough

before I saw the fuckers foot slam down on the screen; the sound of shattering glass and cracking plastic so loud in my ears made me groan, knowing I would be buying a new

flirt with my girl and get

"I am Knox Maddox... I can.." I slurred as

he slid a cloth to me, not the drink I

laughed, his

I am Knox

a little less... that," I announced, motioning to the whole of her body. "And more." Picking up my phone, I