Page 9 of Plunge into Obsession

“I’ll think about it,” I conceded.

I felt his shoulders relax beside me, and I stood, walking to the back door without saying another word.

“Don’t kill the bastard,” Raphael muttered softly.

I didn’t acknowledge him, because even though I wouldn’t, the fucking temptation was strong.

Johnny greeted me in the back alleyway of the club with a grin. He was leaning casually against the wall, as if he didn’t have one hand holding a slimybastardoby the neck.

I stared at the smaller, squirmy little shit.

He stared back at me with wide eyes.

“You want to know why I had my man take you out here?” I asked.

“I didn’t fucking do anything,” he responded, tilting his head up in defiance, even if the fear in his strung-out brown eyes gave him away. “I paid good money to watch the whores take off their clothes. You can’t just drag me out of my seat and bring me here. Now, tell your goon to let me go, or I’ll call the cops—”

He groaned and bowed forward when I punched him in the stomach. He would have fallen down had Johnny let him go.

“Fuck, man. I’m sorry, okay. Just let me go,” he groaned.

I shook my head. “No, you’re not sorry. But you will be.”

I grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled him up so he was looking at me.

“Please. Fuck, I don’t even know what I did!”

“No? You didn’t touch what didn’t belong to you?”

It took him a moment to realize what I was saying.

I could see the light bulb going on in his eyes. “The bitch serving the—”

I didn’t let him finish. I punched him in the side and this time, Johnny let him go, watching in disgust as the man fell to the ground, crying. Spit tinged in red fell from his lips, along with tears.

I looked down at his pathetic form.

“Please. I didn’t know she was yours. I wouldn’t have touched her if I knew, believe me.”

Perhaps it was because the fucker reminded me that Bianca Hansley could never be mine, or maybe because I could still see how his fucking hand had curved around her ass as if he had the right to do it. Whatever it was, it pissed me the fuck off.

I grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and punched him in the face again and again until blood squirted out of his nose, and I tossed him on the ground. I climbed on top of his body and pounded on him until his cries fell away until he was close to losing consciousness. Even then, it did nothing to diminish my anger.

I climbed off him and stood.

Johnny handed me a clean cloth, and I used it to wipe the blood off my hand and straighten out my clothes.

I looked down at the three-piece suit I wore.

I might have grown up with savages, but I was my father’s son, no matter how deplorable thebastardomight be.

And if there was one thing my father had taught me, it was to cover up the ugly inside.

Don’t let them see the monster until it is too late.

I looked at Johnny, and he nodded, moving over to the man and pulling him up. The man made small whimpering noises as he was being pulled away.

I watched him for a beat.

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