Page 162 of Undisputed Chaos
These were going to be such delicious little treats for my piranhas.
Noah's scream tore through the warehouse, but underneath the agony, he still had that stubborn set to his jaw.
The bastard somehow still thought he was right.
"You corrupted her,” he gasped between pained breaths. "She was pure before you?—"
"Pure?" I laughed, the sound echoing off the steel walls.
"You mean repressed. Scared to explore her own desires because some uptight prick in khakis convinced her they were shameful."
I moved to the tool table, running my fingers over the tool options like a chef selecting ingredients.
"You know what's really funny, Noah? All those years you spent trying to mold her, and you never once figured out who she truly is."
His face flushed with rage and humiliation. "That's not?—"
"Oh, but it is," I interrupted, picking up the soldering iron and testing its heat against my thumb.
My own skin hissed, proving its readiness. “This is gonna hurt.”
The iron seared against his ribs, and his howl of pain drowned out whatever pathetic defense he'd been preparing.
The smell of burning flesh mixed with the metallic tang of blood, creating an aromatic symphony of justice.
"Meanwhile," I continued, moving the iron to a fresh patch of skin, "I've had that ass of hers wrapped around my cock, squeezing me like she was born for it."
I leaned in close, my breath hot against his ear. “Scandalous, huh?”
Noah's face went white, then red, then a mottled purple that suggested his blood pressure was reaching dangerous levels.
"You're lying," he snarled, but the tremor in his voice betrayed his certainty.
"Am I?
"She was mine first!" he screamed, the words torn from his throat with desperate fury. "Her first time was with me! I took her virginity!"
And there it was. The words hit me like a freight train.
My fist shot out before conscious thought could intervene, connecting with Noah's jaw with a sickening crunch that echoed through the warehouse.
His head whipped back, blood spraying from his mouth as his body swung from the impact.
"Adrian!" Jax's voice cut through the red haze as strong hands grabbed my arms from both sides.
"Easy, psycho," Connor growled, his grip like iron around my left arm while Jax locked down my right. "We need him breathing for what's coming."
I was heaving, chest rising and falling like a bellows, my vision tunneled on Noah's bleeding face.
The rage was a living thing inside me, clawing to get out, demanding I tear him apart with my bare hands.
"He fuckingtouchedher," I snarled, straining against their hold. "Before me. Before she knew what she deserved.”
"We know," Jax said, his voice carrying a grim understanding.
"But if you kill him now, you can't make him suffer properly. And this piece of shit deserves to suffer."
Connor's grip tightened as I tried to lunge forward again.
