Chương 121: There's No 'Us'

The tall, muscular man took in Abigail with an appraising glare. She was a looker, no doubt about it: pretty face, dark flowing hair, athletic yet curvy build, and a set of fiery amber eyes. Joey could understand how Melvin had been sucked into a doomed relationship; any other man would probably make the same mistake faced with the likes of this woman. That was exactly what made her so dangerous.

"Melvin, we need to talk," she yelled over the banging of a drum solo as she came to a stop in front of Melvin. Her chest heaved under her white, buttoned shirt. Melvin couldn't help but think about what he was giving up if he turned her down. But then again, he was only giving up two delicious breasts, a hot body and not much else. Abigail had nothing to offer that wasn't physical.

"So talk," he replied curtly, his face not betraying any sense of emotion. He took a long sip from his beer mug and waited for Abigail to reply.

"Can't we go somewhere more private?" she said in exasperation, her brow furrowing. She wanted Melvin to give some indication that her presence had an effect on him whether good or bad, just a sign that he cared.

"Nah. Here's fine," Melvin replied. His face was unmoved, set in stone and expressionless. He knew that his indifference would frustrate Abby more than anything, and hopefully, she might give up after awhile. Unfortunately, "give up" was not in Abigail's vocabulary.

"Melvin, I know this isn't the time or the place, but... when I saw you today, I don't know how to explain it, but... you had this EFFECT on me, ya know? And I couldn't stop thinking about you. About US," Abigail said loudly, struggling to be heard over the roar of the band and the dancing crowd.

"There's no us," Melvin said, cupping his hand next to his mouth, forming a human bullhorn with his fingers. Joey watched on silently next to Melvin, noticing that Abigail's left hand stayed hidden in her purse. Strange...

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Chương 122: Get Lost. For Good

"How can you say that? Melvin, I fucked up, I know! But... but... give me another chance, and you'll see, that I'll fix everything. It'll be the opposite of what it was before. We can work things out, I'm sure of it!" Abigail cried.

Melvin wiped his mouth and gave her a wry smile.

"Abby, you're married. What about your family?" he responded with a disappoving shake of his head.

"Fuck them! I want YOU!" she said. Her eyes went all fiery in the red blinking lights from the stage. Abigail pressed closer and snuggled against Melvin's chest, but he pushed her forcefully back with his free hand, hard enough that Abigail wobbled on her feet, almost losing her balance. One hand stayed in her purse as she steadied herself with the other, grabbing the bar.

"See? That's why it'll never work out. You never think of anyone but yourself," Melvin replied, finished off his beer and thumped the empty mug against the counter. He surveyed his ex wife with cold eyes.

"Get lost. For good," he said over his shoulder as he turned his back on her.

Abigail's mouth gaped open, and her lips began to tremble in angry rejection. Red heat flushed through her cheeks. She attempted to set herself in the right frame of mind, to have some comeback or put down to shock Melvin back in his submissive place, but nothing came. Instead, she felt her fingers close around the handle of her gun, and her rising internal temperature come to a boil.

Joey watched her expression and the hand in her purse with a cool steady gaze. He'd seen his share of hysterical women over the years.

Abigail despised the cliché coming out of her mouth even as she began to say it, her mouth opening and spitting out the words, "Melvin MacMuffin, if I can't have you..."

She started to lift her hand out of her purse. The grip of the gun was cold and hard in her sweaty palm. Melvin's head turned, and his eyes widened in fear. He'd seen this scene enough in movies to know what was going to come out of her purse. The blonde bartender had just walked up to refill Melvin's glass, and her face went slack as she saw what was happening.

"The fuck..." the blonde began to say. Melvin caught a glimpse of gray as the gun rose from Abby's purse.

"No one w..." Abigail continued but was cut off as Joey Dangerfield caught her wrist while it was still in her purse, twisted the gun and purse out of her grip, and swiftly caught her in the gut with a punch before she could scream in pain.

Abigail's breath rushed out of her with a whimper, and she crumpled into Joey's arms, her heaving sobs muffled by his biceps.

"Let's get her out of here," Joey said, basically carrying Abigail in his arms and away from the crowd.

"Through the back," the blonde bartender said, pointing them in the direction with her hands. Melvin followed Joey, his heart thudding against his chest. Everything seemed surreal. Like a waking dream. Was all of this an effect of the witch's potion or was it all really happening?

Had Abigail just tried to kill him?

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