Page 41 of His Vicious Desire

“Who the fuck are you?”Is yelled through the door.

“Karma, Gary.Open the fucking door.Or I open it myself.Don’t piss me off more than you already have.”

“Go away!I’m calling the cops.”

I laugh.No way is this piece of shit calling the cops.“Call them, Gary.”

He wasn’t expecting that.

Fuck this.I send a kick into a few inches to the side of the doorknob.The door swings open and hits the wall behind it.He’s a roid rage asshole with more muscles than brain cells.Pussy that he is, he holds his sister in front of him.She’s a bleach blonde with fake tits, and she’s screaming at him.

I have three inches on his ass, and I’m hoping he’ll square up.He sees it and doesn’t dare.Since I’m not a woman, he knows he can’t win.

“Where’s Bianca’s purse?”

He pushes her toward me.“Give it to him.”

She goes running and swipes it off the floor, where she’s upended everything, and shoves it all back inside.

“Her cards and wallet,” I demand.

The wallet and cards are on the coffee table.She grabs them, and I stuff them in the purse.

Because I need to, I send my foot into his stomach the same way I sent it into this door.He goes flying, and it’s enough—for now.

I’m glad to find Bianca hasn’t moved an inch.In my car, I set her purse in her lap.

“Thank you.”

“Do you want to go to the hotel or to your dorm?”

“Dorm, please.”

“Log in to your bank and shut down your card.”

She nods and does it.“So you’re going to tell Sandro on me?”

“You know Sandro wants you to meet someone?—”

“Yes, yes, like I haven’t heard it a thousand times already.”

“To that end, he’s attempted to give you the space to find someone.If he knew what happened tonight, he’d lock your ass up in the hotel or ship you off to an all-women college.It won’t give him what he wants, and you need in the end.If you move back into the hotel with him, I won’t tell him.”

“You’re going to kill them, aren’t you?”The words are quiet.

“They are going to get what’s coming to them.”

Her sigh fills my car as we pull up outside her dorm.“Fine.I’ll tell Sandro I don’t like dorm life after all.”

“Good.”

She opens her door, “Gaetano?”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

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