Complicated

Chapter Forty Two: Possession

I want to take his eyes out
Just for looking at you
Yes I do
I want ohh to take his hands off
Just for touching you
Yes I do

Nickleback – Just For

Don was in hell.

His captain had thought he was doing him a favour by sending him home to spend some quality time with 'that wife of his' as it was so adequately phrased. Instead he was sitting in Reilly's Bar knocking back a couple of beers with Danny so he didn't have go home to an empty apartment.

He had been both shocked and perplexed when he'd seen the Grace and Faraday walking into their local haunt and taking a seat at the bar. That was forty minutes ago and so far he had watched his wife gulp several shots of tequila because she was losing whatever ridiculous drinking game they were playing.

Grace didn't know he was here, which was a testimonial itself to how preoccupied she had been when she had entered the bar. He'd already seen the glazed look in his wife's eyes and heard her laugh a little too loud at something Faraday had whispered in her ear. She was tipsy, he observed that calmly. She was still in control though and still very much aware of her actions, if things came to a head he would step in. As Danny said this was a rare opportunity to watch the way the two of them interacted and to get a heads up on Faraday's motivations.

Don loved Grace, he trusted her implicitly. He saw the way she handled guys in the job and outside of it, there was never a flicker of interest or an ounce of teasing her voice when she dismissed them. He felt sorry for other the men sometimes at her cold and almost clinical appraisal of them. The expression on her face when she looked them up and down clearly registered her thought pattern, sometimes she didn't even have to speak before they slunk off back to their friends.

However it was Faraday he didn't trust. Within two minutes of bumping into the man, his protective streak was booted up into hyper drive. He saw the way the other man looked at Grace and he didn't like it. He saw her as a possession, something to be owned and not honoured. Every time she looked away he saw the lust surge across Faraday's face as his gaze slipped down to her modest breasts. There was no doubt about his motives as far as Don was concerned. The other man wanted to fuck his wife in any which way he could have her.

Don had never been possessive before he met Grace, she brought out feelings in him he had never experienced before, some good and some bad. Jealousy was one of them, it was writhing in the pit of his stomach, hissing and scratching to get out. He had never felt the urge to mark his territory so badly. He wanted to go over there and knock Faraday's head off before throwing Grace over his shoulder and taking her home to claim her as his own all over again.

The impulse was aggressive and furious, it demanded to be sated as he watched the pair in front of him. The grip on his beer bottle tightened as Jack demanded yet another tequila slammer. It was taking every ounce of his self control not to go over there and smash the smug Southern bastard's face against the bar.

"You are showing a lot of restraint right now." Danny said into the open air, tipping his beer at Don as they reviewed the scene in front of him.

Don rolled his eyes upwards towards the ceiling praying for strength, this was absolute torture. He felt like a voyeur watching his wife with another man. That manic tiger caged inside him was already enraged and restless clawing fiercely at his insides commanding him to get over there and protect his mate from the predator sitting across from her. He turned his savage gaze upon Danny, the other man winced at the fire and brimstone blazing in his friend's eyes. He could see the strain in Don's features as he struggled with battle waging deep inside. It was like baiting a bear making the other man sit through this. If Faraday made one wrong move Don's control would snap and he couldn't be held responsible for the carnage that followed.