Van’s eyes are wild when he looks at Jett. “I told you coming tonight was a bad fucking idea.”

Jett directs his attention to Lennon. “You need to leave. Now.”

Lennon shifts his gaze and stops when he sees me. “Presley? What the hell are you doing here?”

Jett swings around to look between Lennon and me. “You know this asshole?” he demands.

“Yes.”

Before I can explain myself further, Lennon says, “She’s my wife, asshole. Get your fucking eyes off her.”

Jett looks like he’s about to explode with anger. “What the fuck?” he roars at no one in particular, and I’m not sure if he’s directing that at Lennon or me.

Shit, this is a clusterfuck.

“I was your wife,” I correct Lennon.

“You still are,” Lennon says.

“On paper only. Give me six months, and I’ll rectify that.”

Jett interrupts us. Looking at Lennon, he says, “Like I said, you need to fucking leave.”

I nod in agreement and Lennon assesses the situation for a moment before finally doing what Jett suggested.

Van glares at him until he can’t see him anymore and then he says, “Fuck it, Jett, I’m out. Sorry man, but I can’t be in the same room as him or I will fucking punch him, and that’s the last thing we need.” His face is a mask of anger and apology.

Jett nods. “Yeah, you’re right. You should go.”

Van doesn’t wait around and a moment later he’s gone, and I’m left with Jett staring at me. He’s still angry but there’s a calmness to it now. “You’re married to Lennon?” He’s incredulous and I don’t blame him. I haven’t mentioned my marriage at all.

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“We split up six months ago, and I’m done with him. I’m just waiting for the year to be up so I can file for divorce. I don’t consider myself married anymore.”

His chest heaves and he seems relieved with that answer. “Thank fuck.”

I move to where he is and lay a hand on his chest. “I promise there’s nothing left there,” I say softly.

He grabs my waist and pulls me into his space. “I believe you, sweetheart. I’m more surprised by the fact I’ve known Lennon for years but I’ve not once met you. I knew he was married but never knew who to. How the fuck did you guys work it that way? If you were my wife, I wouldn’t let you out of my sight.”

“He didn’t want me on tour with him and because I was busy with my work, he had no trouble selling that to me. It hurt, though.” My voice cracks on my last few words, and Jett wraps me in his arms.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “He’s an asshole, baby. You’re better off without him.”

“I know,” I mumble into his body. “But he’s told me he’ll do anything to get me back, and when Lennon wants something, he’ll do anything to get it.”

Jett lets me go enough to look down into my eyes. There’s a fierce determination in his. “So will I, Presley, and I want you. If Lennon thinks he can come back and pick up where he left off, he can fucking think again. You’re mine now, not his.”

I suck in a breath.

This could get messy.

Really fucking messy.