Chapter Twenty-nine

Rett

Johnny coughed.

“Tell me what he said,” I growled.

“Ingalls said she’s a good lay, and he said he wanted her back to teach her a lesson.”

My jaw clenched as my grip on the handle of the pistol tightened. “He said that?”

“Yeah, like they was real close, and he talked about shit, but we didn’t know she was married. God, you gotta believe me. We didn’t know she was your wife.”

The scene around me was covered in a hue of red. My blood had reached its boiling point. I made myself breathe. “How do I know what you’re saying is true?”

“’Cause my kid.”

“You can do better than that.”

The man shook his head until his good eye opened. “I’m sorry, Mr. Ramses. You asked...”

“Go on.”

“Ingalls, he said he never fucked her ass. Said she was real good at blowing and he might pass her around, but he wanted her ass. He said if her ass was as tight as her pussy—”

My fist connected to his torso again. As Johnny coughed and spit, I asked, “Did Ingalls pay you?”