Eric (Men of Honor 2)

I think I may have fucked up, though, when I told Tyler a little about her backstory and how much like ours it was. From then on, the boy has taken on the role of protector of my wife and new daughter. Now I’m second-guessing myself for letting him come along. The boy has no filter and very little give. If this asshole says the wrong thing, Tyler just might go for his throat.

Eric

We got to the hotel and parked in the visitor’s lot before heading inside to the table in the corner of the bar area, where I’d told the asshole to meet me. If I hadn’t known where to look, he wouldn’t have been hard to find because of the bottle blonde twit that was hanging onto his arm as if she expected him to be snatched away from her any second.

I have to admit that I sized him up before they noticed my approach. I wanted to see if there was anything remotely appealing about him. I’ll be honest and say he wasn’t a bad looking dude, but he was going soft around the middle, nothing wrong with that. It was the one hundred and thirty-pound barnacle he needed to lose in order to not look like a douche.

The fact that he’d hurt my woman and kid made him even less attractive in my eyes. I approached the two of them with Tyler right on my ass. “Sam?”

“Yes?” He looked up at me questioningly. “Who are you?” He looked from me to Tyler and back as I took a seat across from him, and Tyler took the chair next to mine.

“The name’s Stevens; you’re expecting my wife, I think.” I had my eyes on him but didn’t miss his wife’s reaction. They were both fidgety as fuck but for different reasons. She was about to fall out of that thing she called a shirt; her massive tits were barely restrained. Soup to nuts, those shits are plastic as fuck. This dude, shake my damn head.

“Oh, well, where’s my daughter?” He tried to be brave, but his voice came off just a little bit weak.

“You don’t have one. As far as I can tell, you chose that over your wife and kid a long time ago; they’re both mine now.” I made sure to point at the wife when I made my facetious statement, just so he’d get the message that I was looking for a fight.

“Don’t be selfish, dad, they’re both of ours.” I looked at Tyler with a grin thinking he was playing the wingman thing up to the hilt, but he was dead serious. “Yeah, what he said. My question is, what do you want?” As expected, he wasn’t the one to answer.

“I don’t know what lies that bitch told you, but she’s not allowed to just up and take his kid across state lines.” She said some other shit that I blocked out after she called my woman a bitch. Besides, I had no interest in anything she had to say.

“Reel in your puppy, and let’s get this shit over with. I’m not here to listen to anything you have to say about my wife. I’ve already heard her side of the story, and I believe every word, so there’s no need to listen to your bullshit lies. I came here for one thing only to ask you a question.” I let that settle in as I stared him down. She could’ve done so much better than this hump. What am I saying? She did, she got me.

“That company you work for, you make a pretty good living there, don’t you? Did you know that that chain of mechanic shops is owned by a corporation that’s run by a family that frowns on divorce and domestic or child abuse? They especially hate deadbeat dads who don’t pay their child support. Do you know what that means? I’ll tell you. One word to the CEO of said corporation, and you’d be out of a job by end of day tomorrow.”

He turned white as a sheet. “I see you get my drift. Not only will I cost you your job now, but I would also see to it that you never work in your field again. I will make it my mission in life to fuck you over every chance I get, do you understand me? Now get the fuck outta my town and don’t look back. If you do, I’ll take it to mean that you want to waltz.”

I got to my feet, ready to go. “By the way, how did you know where my wife was?” He looked like he wasn’t going to answer, and the wife was still bristling at my jab of calling her a puppy. I just raised my brow at him, and he rushed to answer. Weak as fuck! “It was your wife. I mean, your ex-wife. She got in contact with us with me.”