Will Be Gone 6

Chapter 6 The Fight
“That little bit of money? And you think you can tell me what to do with it?” Anastasia shot back.
She let out a sharp laugh, pulled a plain-looking card from her purse, held it up for a beat, and flicked it right at Raquel’s face.
The edge nicked Raquel’s skin.
Before she could even scream in pain, Anastasia’s voice came, cold as ice.
“This card’s got 16 million dollars on it.
“Get on your knees, lick my shoes clean, and it’s yours.
“That’s generous enough for you?”
If they were going to throw money around, Anastasia wasn’t about to lose.
“Anastasia, don’t push it.
“Just because you’ve got Felty’s money, you think you can act all high and mighty with me? Let’s get one thing straight: he’s marrying me. You’re just the ex. Not even good enough to shine my shoes,” Raquel shouted, her face twisting.
“Oh, Raquel. Use your brain if you’ve got one. You really think Felton gave me that kind of money, dumbass?”
Anastasia met her gaze, all cold and mocking.
“Did you just call me a dumbass, bitch?” Raquel snapped.
“Yep.”
Raquel lost it and started throwing whatever she could grab.
Then she saw Felton standing nearby and started crying. Felton noticed right away, strode over, and pulled her into his arms. His eyes went straight to Anastasia, cold and sharp.
“Anastasia, I look away for one second, and you’re already going after Raquel?”
He expected a protest, but Anastasia just wagged a finger at him.
“Nope. Even if you were right here, I’d still do the same.”
“Don’t think I won’t do something. Touch Raquel again, and you’ll regret it.”
“Oh, yeah?” Anastasia said, unfazed.
His threat only made her laugh.
Then she reached forward, yanked Raquel out of his arms, and slapped her across the face.
It happened too fast.
By the time they realized what had happened, Raquel’s cheek was swollen and blood was on her lip.
“See that? I just slapped her. So, Felton, what now?” Anastasia smirked, proud and fearless.
“Anastasia, stop pushing me. Even I’ve got limits.”
Felton pressed his lips together, his face tight.
The tension hung in the air until a voice cut through.
“Since when does Anastasia need a reason to put a vile woman in her place?
“Anastasia’s my woman. She does whatever she wants.”
They turned to see Hobert walking over with a serious look. He pulled Anastasia behind him and met Felton’s cold stare.
Warmth spread through her chest. She tugged at his sleeve and murmured, “What are you doing here? I can handle this myself.”
“What, let those two gang up on you?
“You didn’t even think to call me. Staying with me makes you look bad or what?” he said.
Anastasia pouted, irritated at the scolding. “Fine. When we get home, I’m telling Dad you bullied me. I’m his favorite.”
Hobert chuckled and ruffled her hair. His gaze softened. “Alright, no more fussing. Want me to deal with this?”
“Nah. I got this,” Anastasia replied.
Then she pointed at the security camera in the corner, mischief all over her face.