Page 134 of A Dangerous Proposal

Felix turned, startled, his eyes going wide before he covered it with a sloppy grin.

Fucking arrogant degenerate. Doesn’t even realize how badly he’s fucked himself.

“Gangster man,” Felix slurred, trying for his usual bravado. “See something you like?”

Alex’s eyes narrowed, and he barely registered the woman tugging down her skirt and scurrying away. At least she had the sense to recognize the imminent danger.

Once she was out of sight, Alex stepped closer, towering over Felix, whose cocky grin faltered even as he tucked his dick back in his pants.

“You really are pathetic,” Alex’s voice was pleasant, giving Felix a shot of false confidence.

“Fuck off, asshole.” Felix sneered. “Mind your own business.”

“You threatened my wife. Thatismy business.”

Felix chuckled, though it sounded strained. “What, are you here to lecture me, tough guy? She’s your wife, yeah, but that doesn’t mean?—”

He didn’t get to finish. Alex’s fist connected with Felix’s jaw, the force of the punch sending him sprawling to the ground. Felix let out a strangled sound of surprise, his hands scrambling on the ground as he tried to get up. But Alex was already on him, hauling him up by the front of his shirt and slamming him back against the brick wall.

“Do you like being manhandled?” Alex asked coolly, his grip holding Felix in place before he leveled several unmerciful blows to Felix’s midsection and ribs until he heard a crack.

“Do you think abusing women makes you a man?”

Felix tried to shove him off, but Alex didn’t budge. He was a wall, solid and immovable, his rage a dark fire that made him deadly calm. Alex pinned him to the wall with a forearm across his throat, watching as the man’s face slowly turned purple.

“Did you think touching my wife would lead to anything but your eventual miserable death?”

“You can—” Felix choked out before Alex removed his arm and spun him. Felix grunted when Alex shoved his face into the side of the building, his nose crunching on impact, and Felix howled.

Alex twisted one of Felix’s arms behind his back.

“Is this the hand?” Alex asked conversationally. “The one you touched my wife with?”

Felix’s bravado cracked. He choked out a laugh, trying to mask his fear, but Alex could see the panic in his eyes as Felix craned his neck to look over his shoulder.

“You can’t kill me,” Felix spat, twisting in Alex’s grip. “She’s not so pure, you know. She’s just like her sister, both of them?—”

With one hand in his hair, Alex slammed Felix’s forehead forward, stunning him and stealing his words.

“You clearly never learned the time to shut the fuck up did you?”

“Fuck you,” Felix hissed.

Alex chuckled darkly. “It’s amazing the false confidence Class A drugs give you.”

Slamming him face first into the wall again, he hissed in Felix’s ear, “You’re going to regret every time you took her smile away.”

Felix moaned in pain, but Alex grabbed Felix’s hand, fingers splayed, and with a sudden, violent twist, he snapped a finger. The sound was a sickening crack that echoed in the narrow alley, followed by Felix’s scream.

“Stop—please—” Felix whimpered, but Alex was already gripping the next finger.

“I hope I have the right hand,” Alex mocked, his grip relentless. “Maybe I should just do both to be sure.”

Felix’s face twisted in pain, his bravado now fully gone, replaced by fear and desperation. “I—I didn’t mean?—”

Crack. Felix howled, his legs buckling, as Alex shoved him harder against the wall.

“Hurts like a bitch, doesn’t it?” He drawled.

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