Page 169 of Satan's Spawn
But Alexis’ message was loud and clear, getting her precious “Daddy” involved with what went down with Rebecca is not off the table.
I’m not afraid to die going toe to toe with a mob boss, or whatever goon her dad would hire to teach her a lesson.
I’ve seen it too many times before.
But if I’m dead, who will be here to watch her? Keep the wolves at bay?
And even if I do manage to survive a launch against the Bratva—keep Rebecca from danger—what’s to stop Nikolai Ivanov from going after her family?
Rebecca already lost her Dad, and it’s clear her pain still lingers. She doesn't need her Mom getting hurt because I got her daughter tangled up with lowlives.
That’s the only fucking thing stopping me from telling Alexis to jump off a cliff; I have to find a way to reason with her to let this shit go.
In a way that no longer involves my cock or my time.
Until then, she gets this small bit of control over me for Rebecca’s sake.
I wanted to burn every article of fabric on that teal dress she’s wearing, down to those stupid flip flops she loves so much, and bite down on her thin waist, drawing blood on every inch of her milky skin.
I could no longer lie to her and tell her she’s not the most beautiful girl in this room, because I know that shit I spewed to her earlier in the week was more brutal than I intended.
And a complete lie.
I needed to keep her away, though. And I knew hitting her where it hurts would be the poison to do it.
There’s something about her fragility that I find so much more enticing than what most guys look for in a girl.
I know this because she’s literally the only girl who’s ever enticed me.
Curves, big tits, a thick round ass, it all pales in comparison to Rebecca’s doe eyes, light skin, and those thin legs.
Every bit of her needs to be protected, because if anyone dares to try and vilify her, I will not hesitate to eviscerate them.
“So much for not giving a shit about her.” Alexis sneers as we leave the dining hall.
I whip out a cigarette and trek down the hall for a much needed smoke. “That was for my dad’s entertainment.”
Alexis’ heels clack from behind me. “Right. His entertainment. Annalie told me she saw you two almost kiss.”
Sounds like there’s a vermin that needs an exterminator.
“Annalie’s a fucking liar, and wouldn’t hesitate to jump on my dick the second you turn around.”
I know this because she’s tried on multiple occasions.
“The only liar here is you.”
I whirl around, forcing Alexis to ram right into my chest.
“Don’t think for one second just because you have a little bit of leverage over me I won’t hesitate to knock you the fuck out. Russian Mob Daddy or not.” I grip her hard by the chin. “I may have my reasons for placating you right now, but make no mistake, I care more about your friend’s underlying STD than I do your opinion of me.” I squeeze Alexis’ face tighter, making her flinch. “Now shut up, look pretty, and if you’re lucky I’ll allow Riggs to kick his virginity with your cunt tonight.”
“But, baby,” She bats those fake eyelashes at me. “You know I only want you.”
And I only want you dead.
“Fuck. Off.” I shove her, and turn around, barging out of the front door of the school.
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