Page 71 of Forgotten Prejudice

Ash was either in denial of how toxic his relationship was or refused to admit it. Either way, he reminded me of myself when I couldn’t admit to having a problem with drugs. The first step in treating addiction was admitting you had a problem, and if I had to be the one to force that admission out of him, God be my witness, I’d fucking do it because Ash deserved better.

Fuck that.

Ash Sage deserved the fucking world. And that world didn’t include a six-foot-three motherfucker who was standing near his parked car in front of our house.

“Put me down,” Ash said, panicked, as soon as he spotted Soren, too.

“What? No. You’re hurt.”

“Put me down right now!” He spanked my back, but I wasn’t about to drop him to the sand with an injured leg.

We probably caused a scene because we caught Soren’s attention, and he began walking toward us with a furious expression on his ugly face.

“Why do you have your hands on him?” he barked, his finger pointed at me.

“He’s injured, you dipshit,” I snarled back while watching the fury on Soren’s face switching to worry.

“What?” Ignoring me, he moved straight to Ash, who was already off my back, standing on one leg while using Soren for support.

“I-I’m fine, Soren. It’s just a scratch.”

Soren palmed Ash’s face, his eyes sizing him up in seconds before he turned a blaming look my way. “What on earth have you done to him?”

Pissed off, I fisted my hands. “Oh, shut it, you fucking airhead,” I grunted before rolling my eyes. How dare he blame me for something I didn’t do?

“Will you both calm down?” Ash tried to limp between us when Soren ignored him and continued staring daggers at me.

“Oh, don’t worry, Ashy. I’m calm, unlike this bitch.” I cocked my head at Soren, digging how his jaw twitched and his brow ticked. What a loser.

“Kai!” Ash scolded me.

“What?” I snorted, crossing my arms over my puffed chest. “Not my fault this insecure pussy gets all defensive the minute he’s faced with another man.”

Soren’s eyes widened so much I thought they’d pop out of his ugly head before he ground his jaw. He looked like he was a minute from exploding, and I fucking loved it.

“I’m going to file a report against you,” he said, thinking he was threatening anyone. What a joke.

“Soren, I just slipped over some rocks when we walked the dogs.”

Speaking of the dogs, they were going wild and probably about to wake up the whole neighborhood.

“You said you were at the house,” Soren hissed, finally taking his attention away from me. “But here I come back to find out you lied and spent your days with him?”

“Hey, don’t raise your voice at him,” I cut in, pointing my finger at his entitled ass.

“You stay out of it,” Soren snapped while grabbing Ash’s arm and pulling him close.

“He’s hurt.” I stepped closer, putting my hand on Ash’s shoulder.

“Guys, stop fighting—”

“Don’t touch him.” Soren pushed my hand away from Ash, and on instinct, I punched the son of a bitch right in the face.

“Soren!” Ash cried when he got on his knees, trying to help that loser back to his feet while I waved my hand, easing the ache in my knuckles. I was fucking rusty when it came to punching dickheads.

“Why the fuck did you do that?” Ash shouted at me just as Aiden came running out of the house.

The dogs’ loud barking probably got his attention.