17
HUDSON
Neither Colton nor Mads flinched at my rage. My wife sagged against Colton, and he held her upright, grasping her chin.
“Okay?” he asked quietly, subtly angling her away from me.
Fuck.
I ran my fingers through my hair, wanting to rip out the strands from the roots. Mads knew I would never raise a hand to her, but Colton didn’t know s**t about my character. He put his back to me to protect my wife.
Peter never would have done such a thing.
“Why don’t you go upstairs and take a nice hot shower. Wash the feel of him off you, okay?” Colton suggested, slowly releasing his hold on her. “I’ll fill Hudson in on the details, and once you’re done, he’ll have calmed down to talk to you without losing his shit.”
Those last three words of his held a hint of warning for me even though
