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Chapter Thirty-Five

Hurrying down the steps of her grandmother's home, Emily flung the screen door wide open, and hurried out onto the front porch. She brought her quick speed to an abrupt stop when her eyes found a sight that froze her right down to the core of her being.

Pulling up in front of Belle and Amy's farmhouse, Johnathon shut the engine of his car off before he stepped out of a replacement version of the one that Mark had destroyed by using his body to slam down onto the hood of it. He shot her a coy, teasing smirk as he stood by the driver side door of his vehicle with his average built body dressed in one of the lavish business suits she had gotten used to seeing him in.

"Hi there, sexy." He said, speaking to her in a tone to match the way he was looking at her. "How are you doing this fine morning?"

Oh fuck me…I didn't count on my ex from hell to show up here this morning…but it looks like I am going to have to deal with him and get rid of his ass on my own once and for all.

Upset at seeing the very man that had caused her so much grief, Emily managed to hide those emotions and put on a face of absolute anger and disgust towards him.

"What in the hell are you doing here?!" She let her hatred for him come out in her usually sweet voice with no sign of her restraining it. "You have no business being here, Johnathon."

"Is that anyway to treat your boyfriend?"

"You really must be hard of hearing…Well... I will repeat what I said to you at my grandmother's party."

She made her way down the steps of the porch and right up to where he was standing. Emily showed no fear towards him as she glared at his eyes, and spoke in a way to let all of her anger come out at one time.

"We are not a couple anymore, Johnathon, and we never will be as long as I have a say in the matter."

"That pathetic cowboy can't match up to what I have to give to you."

"There is nothing that you have that could possibly match up to what Mark has to give to me."

Emily found one of his hands grabbing her hips, and pulling her up against him. She widened her eyes in shock of what he did even though he was merely smirking at her as he spoke to her.

"How about we go back to my place, and I show you how a man really takes a woman's breathe away?"

Oh hell no! There was no way that she was going anywhere with her ex-boyfriend, especially somewhere alone with him.

Emily brought her hands up, and hit them against the upper part of his body while her legs were kicking against his lower half in an attempt to free herself from him at the same time her voice was screaming out to the heavens.

"Get your hands off of me, Johnathon! If you don't let me go right now, you are going to regret it!"

The frantic screams of his woman fueled his speed even more as he was nearing the entrance to Belle's ranch. Mark's strong arms pumped at his sides, giving him that little bit of strength to push him that much more.

I hope that I am not too late…Please don't let me be too late. I have to make it there before that rich snob puts his hands on my lady.

Mark made his way around a side of the barn, and froze for a brief moment at what his eyes were looking at.

About twenty feet from him, Emily was struggling with all of her might in Johnathon's grip to get away from him while he was moving them to the passenger side of the car with a sick and twisted smile on his face.

"Let me go, Johnathon!" Emily screamed out with a cry of heartbreak coming out to the surface and reaching to the heavens. "I don't want to go anywhere with you!"

And you won't be, Emily.

With as much power as he had possessed in the race up the road, his adrenaline kicked in, and propelled his tall body towards where Johnathon had moved them to a side of his vehicle with his body in front of hers. Mark drove his shoulder into his body, and sent the two of them rolling around on the dirt floor. He moved to sit up a bit enough to where her ex could see his face while one of his hands had balled up into a tight fist.

"Nobody puts their hands on my woman!"

His words flowed out of his mouth in the form of a hate filled growl, matching the rest of his body language.

"…Nobody."

Mark brought his fist down, and had it to collide with a side of Emily's former flame's face. He listened to Johnathon letting out a pathetic sound as his tall body moved to get off of his.

Come on, Mark! Do some more damage to him! His conscience had become riled up and wanted him to do more than just one punch to the person on the ground. Kick him in his gut…Punch his face…Do something!

I am not done with him…but I have to get Emily away from here and to my place before he regains full mobility.

Mark knew that his woman's safety came first above his own desire to take out the source of all the troubles that had come to them lately. She was first and dealing with Johnathon came second.

He caught a glimpse of him holding his face as his body shifted, and his focus switched over to where Emily was by the sports car with tears coming out of her eyes, and rolling down the soft skin of her cheeks. The visual of her in need of him brought him away from the fallen form of Mr. Warren's body, and towards where she was waiting for him.