Simple Perfection

private line for emergencies. The club had been using him for over twenty years.
    “Martin, it’s Woods. I need you to make a house call. My girlfriend was beaten up tonight by my crazy ex-fiancée. I’m worried her ribs could be broken or she could be internally bleeding. I don’t think Angelina is strong enough to actually cause internal bleeding but I still need Della checked out. She won’t go to the hospital.”
    Martin let out a low whistle. “Damn, Woods. That is some fucked-up shit,” he replied.
    “Yeah, it is. Can you come check her tonight?”
    “I’m on my way. I’ll be there in twenty minutes. Are y’all at your house?”
    “Yeah, thanks, man. See you in a few.”

    Della hadn’t been thrilled about Martin checking her out but I’d held her hand while he felt her ribs. She was bruised but that was it. He’d left her some pain pills. They had successfully knocked Della out within thirty minutes. I wasn’t going to be able to sleep, though. I had something I needed to do.
    Jace arrived ten minutes after I called him. He didn’t ask questions. He just agreed to watch Della and call me if she woke up. He seemed to understand that I wasn’t ready to talk about this. I started for the door.
    “Don’t do anything that could take you away from her. Be careful how you handle this. Don’t kill a bitch; I don’t want your ass in jail. I would want revenge too. Just . . . just be careful. Use your head.”
    Rush must have told him. I didn’t look back at him. I only nodded, then opened the door and headed outside. I was going to make sure Angelina understood that this was her only warning. She had one hour to get her shit and get on a plane and not come back. I couldn’t beat the hell out of a woman but I could make her wish she’d never been born. She’d crossed a line.
    When I drove up to my mother’s house, Angelina’s car was missing. She was hiding or she wasn’t home yet. I took the stairs to my mother’s house two at a time and knocked once before pulling out my key and opening the door.
    My mother was walking down the staircase in her robe. “Woods? What are you doing here so late? You scared me.”
    “Where is she?” I asked, trying to control the anger in my voice.
    “She left. What did you do?”
    I let out a hard laugh. “What did I do? I just stood over Della as a doctor checked her for internal bleeding and broken ribs because Angelina beat the shit out of her. If Blaire Finlay hadn’t shown up and pulled a gun on her crazy ass she would have killed Della. So tell me now, where is she!”
    Mother covered her mouth with both her hands as her eyes went round in surprise. “What? That’s . . . that’s ridiculous. Angelina is a sweet girl. She’d never do something so awful. Della has lied to you.”
    “No, Mother. Rush and Blaire Finlay found them and stopped Angelina. I have witnesses. She isn’t sweet, she was using you to stay near me. She’s a fucking psycho.”
    “Watch your mouth in my house. I won’t listen to this. The poor girl left here in tears saying you’d hurt her too many times. She wanted to stay with me but she was going home to her parents and starting over.”
    She was going to refuse to believe me. I shouldn’t have been surprised. She had always chosen my father over me. Now she was choosing Angelina because she was my father’s choice for me. What mattered was that Angelina was gone. The bitch was gone. She had better never come back.
    “If you speak to her, let her know that if she steps foot in Rosemary again I will have her arrested. I have witnesses and I will press charges. I don’t give a fuck who her daddy is.”
    I didn’t wait for my mother to respond. I turned and left the house, slamming the door behind me.

Della
    I stared down at my phone after I hung up with Woods. He had called me four times today already to check on me. It had been this way all week. Since Angelina had attacked me he had been afraid to leave me. He had a country club to run but he kept calling me. I mentioned getting a job again and he panicked and begged me not to. He said he couldn’t focus on work if he was worrying about me.
    We were at a standstill. This wasn’t healthy. He needed to be able to live without worrying over me. I needed to be able to live. His protective nature was starting to smother me and I loved him too much to hurt him by saying something about it. I was going to have bad moments. I was going to slip into my head