Page 22 of Submission

“I’m not interested in your pencil dick of a boyfriend, Ashley,” I spit out before glowering at Ricky. “Is that what you told her? That I made a move on you? Why don’t you tell her the truth, you dickless bastard? Why don’t you ever speak up? You asked me out the moment I stepped onto campus and have been sniffing up my ass ever since.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she sniffs. “Ricky would never actually be interested in a low-class slut like you.”

“Really? Because I didn’t force your boyfriend to put his dick in my mouth.”

Both of her minions audibly gasp. “What did she say?”

“I knew you were trash.” Ashley shoves me, practically snarling. “You tricked Ricky into whatever that was I saw on tape, and now you’ve resorted to using some withered old man to steal my spot in the exhibition.”

I’m seeing red right now. For once, maybe I should react. Perhaps I just punch her perfect little nose and break it.

Fuck the consequences.

“Where’s your old man now?” My hand curls into a fist as Ashley continues to taunt me. “Does he know you work in this dump, or is this where you met him?”

I think about the last time I hit someone out of blind fury. It was years ago, and it hurt like hell, but I swear it would make me feel so much better inside.

So, just as I’m about to lift my fist and punch the living daylights out of her, the curtain of the private booth is yanked clear from the metal pole it was hanging on, and a chilly voice with piercing grey eyes pins Ashley violently in place.

“Herold manknows every fucking thing about her.”

Chapter 8

Malicious Intent

Hunter

There’s a reason why the private booths in my club are not fully enclosed with walls and doors. A lot of very violent people tend to want privacy. Therefore, I need someone on my team to be within earshot of everything going on in this place. So, even with the heavy bass of the music thumping downstairs, I immediately heard the sound of glass shattering.

And the noise was enough for me to pause right in the middle of my meeting and send Parker and Lars to check out what was going on. Before he has a chance to speak, I already know that it has something to do withheronce I see the look on Lars’s face.

“Boss, it’s Megan.”

Of course, it is.

I don’t hesitate.

“Excuse me a moment.”

Now that I’m making my way down the hallway, I can hear some part of the conversation.

“Where’s your old man now?”

“Does he know you work in this dump, or is this where you met him?”

It’s the taunting voice of a woman, and I can only imagine who it is because it is clear that the words are targeted toward Megan.

My Megan.

“I’ve got this,” I tell Parker and Lars, my veins turning icy. “Lars, please make sure my guests are still comfortable. Parker, you stay.”

I yank open the curtain and make my presence known.

“Herold manknows every fucking thing about her. How can I help you?”

I can see the startled faces of the young women (and that damn little boy she used to play with) who are surrounding a furious Megan standing in the middle of a broken glass table. I can see that I’ve interrupted her in the middle of throwing a punch.

Too bad.

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