Page 128 of Scorned Obsession

“I told the bouncer I was just having fun. She seemed willing.”

“Willing? She kneed you in the groin.”

“She was playing hard to get.”

I leaned forward. “I think you’re lying to me, Zachary Hellman.”

His eyes widened when I said his name. Then they turned shifty. “If you want, I’ll apologize to that chick. Happy now?”

“That chick…” I gritted. “Happens to be my wife.”

“She didn’t say she was married.”

An overwhelming urge to cut off this liar’s tongue had my fists clenching. I’d reviewed the footage of the dance floor. “I don’t know what IQ level you have, but if a woman waves her ring finger in your face and that diamond is hard to miss, it usually means she’s spoken for.”

“I’m sorry. Bring her here, and I’ll apologize to her on my knees,” he said with all the sleaziness of a used-car salesman.

I grabbed his hair and leaned in closer. “I don’t want you breathing her air.”

His eyes widened as if finally realizing the gravity of his situation. “What…what do you want?”

I straightened and stepped back. “I’m giving you a choice.” I took out my revolver and a knife and laid them on a table beside us. “You can play one round of Russian roulette. Or I can cut off a piece of you. A finger maybe? Or your lying tongue?” I looked over to where Dom and the De Lucci brothers were standing. “Can they reattach a tongue?”

“I think so,” Nico answered as if we were having a normal conversation and not talking about dismemberment. “I know they can reattach a dick.”

“Oh God, oh God. What’s wrong with you people?” All the color had leeched off Zachary’s face, and he started crying.

“You messed with the wrong woman, but I’ll give you another choice. You fight me. No weapons, just fists.”

“My wife is pregnant,” he blurted out. “And I have a two-year-old son.”

I sighed heavily. “I know. And that’s why I’m giving you choices. I should kill you outright because you know what else Ihate? Cheaters. I’d do your wife a favor and get rid of you, but I’m hoping I can teach you a lesson.”

He started sobbing in earnest. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

I looked at Dom. “Release him.”

Dom gave a shake of his head and cut his ties.

Zachary glanced warily at me and then at the door.

“Please don’t do it,” I muttered.

He jumped up and ran for the exit. Of course, it was locked. He pounded on it. “Help me! Help me! These men are crazy.”

He was so ridiculously pathetic, I lost sight of my anger for a split second. But I remembered what this asshole did to Bianca and just the fact that he did this while he had a family waiting for him at home made me see red again.

“Zachary,” I called.

He was plastered against the door, not wanting to face me.

He might get to live tonight but he’d landed a spot on my hit list. I’d be checking in on him from time to time, maybe even get him to do some laundering for the family.

I grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. Then I let my fury fly.

Chapter

Thirty-Three

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