Page 35 of Devil's Claim

“Are you threatening me? And just who the fuck do you think you are?” Malcolm snarled.

“The man who’s going to rearrange your face if you don’t leave,” I growled. “You’re running out of time. I won’t count to four.” I bent it back even further until the man was almost blubbering from pain.

Tonya backed away. So did most of the other guests.

“Don’t,” Christine said, doing everything to hold herself together. “He’s not worth it.”

Hissing, I glared him in the eyes. At least I noticed a hint of fear.

“You’re right, but no man talks to my woman that way.” I released the hold, taking several gasping breaths.

Malcolm was surprised, narrowing his eyes. “You can have the whore. I only dated her because of her parents. I learned quickly she’s not good at one goddamn thing.”

That was it.

I threw a brutal punch, catching him in the jaw. After tossing the glass from my hand, I leveled my fist against his cheek, another into his gut. He tumbled backward, smashing into a tray of empty glasses. Both went crashing to the floor.

Screams erupted, guests rushing to avoid the fight.

I jerked him up by his shirt, holding him aloft. “I’m going to give you a strong piece of advice. You’re going to leave this party and you will never bother this lovely young woman again. If you do, I will hunt you down. And I assure you that the custody case is not finished. She will have her day in court. I’ll be right by her side and in the end, her son will never be forced to see or deal with a weasel such as yourself. Now, get the fuck out or I’ll drop you in the bay so the sharks can feast for the night.”

“You fucking asshole,” Malcolm shouted.

Christine was still shaking, staring off into the distance. At least Chloe was trying to comfort her.

“I’m much worse than that.” I laughed in his face and at least he had the good sense to look away.

There was a tremendous silence and I had to admit, that felt damn good.

“What the hell are you doing?” Tonya hissed. “Who the hell do you think you are? This is my house. My party.”

“Technically, it’s your parents’ house, Tonya,” Chloe intervened. “By the way, thank you for the party, but your privileges of being a bridesmaid are revoked. Don’t you dare step foot at my wedding.”

“Chloe!” Tonya wailed.

“You asked what I’m doing,” I growled. “I’m getting rid of the trash, something you obviously don’t know how to do.”

Christine gripped my arm, biting her lower lip. I couldn’t tell by her expression whether she was furious or overjoyed.

“Get the fuck out of my house!” Tonya demanded. “All of you.”

“Kruz is right, Tonya, but I’ll be honest with you. If that’s the kind of man who turns you on, go for it. Sadly, you’ll learn he’s all bark and no bite. Meaning,” Christine said as she turned to face what I knew would be her former friend, pointing her finger at Malcolm. “He has a teensy, tiny dick. But that’s all you can handle. Isn’t it?”

If there was one thing I loved, it was seeing the intense fear in a man’s eyes as he studied me.

“And Malcolm, if it’s the last thing I do on this earth, I won’t allow you to raise my son.” She stood over him, her hands on her hips.

Up to this point, there was no indication Fassi’s men had any intention of interrupting the party or that Fassi would make an appearance. It was potentially another dead end in a sea of them.

However, the evening wasn’t a total loss as far as business was concerned.

It would seem everyone in Miami had something to hide. Including my lovely companion.

Whatever secret she’d swept under the rug, I was furious, mostly because of Malcolm’s intentions on destroying her life.

When Malcolm made the mistake of lunging in my direction again, I couldn’t help myself and issued another even more brutal punch.

This time, he was down for the count.

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