Page 75 of Undisputed Chaos
His inked fingers flexed on the table, and I could practically seehim imagining a face under his fists. "Some lessons require more creativity."
Everyone at the table collectively gaped at him.
He laughed then, eerily pleased, his fingers twitching like they were missing the familiar weight of his blade.
"I don't exactly save my violence for the ring," he continued, that dangerous grin widening. "Some problems need to be solved where there aren't any rules."
The temperature at our table dropped about ten degrees. My father, clearly sensing that Adrian wasn't entirely joking, redirected the conversation to Crew’s soccer and Adrian’s upcoming fights.
But Adrian's attention seemed split now, his mind clearly cataloging everything he'd learned and filing it away for future reference.
As dinner wound down, he insisted on paying despite my father's protests, won through force of will and, more obviously, his strength in their little tug-of-war over the bill.
Outside, as we waited for the valet to bring Adrian's space car around, Crew pulled him aside for some final questions and approximately forty-six selfies.
Mom took the opportunity to lean close to me.
"He seems... wild,” she whispered, concern and fascination warring in her voice.
I watched Adrian demonstrate a proper stance to my brother, his movements fluid and dangerous even in this casual moment. "He is," I admitted. "But in the best way."
"Just be careful, baby," she said, squeezing my arm. "You have such a gentle heart."
Before I could respond, the Lamborghini roared up to the curb, causing several nearby people to stop and stare. Adrian thanked the valet generously, then opened my door with a flourish.
"It was wonderful meeting you all," he said to my family, every inch the charming gentleman. "I hope we can do this again soon."
They were all staring at the car in wide-eyed awe, and Crew was snapping more pictures to brag to his friends about.
As we pulled away from the restaurant, I finally relaxed against the leather seat. "That wasn't so bad, right?"
Adrian's fingers drummed against the steering wheel, his expression thoughtful. "Your family's great. Your brother's hilarious."
He paused, and when he spoke again, his voice had an edge I was beginning to crave.
"So. Noah."
The name stretched between us in the car, loaded with questions he wasn't just asking—he was demanding answers to.
"Ex-boyfriend. It's been over for a year," I muttered, disinterested. "Not worth discussing."
Adrian's hand left the steering wheel so fast I barely saw it move.
His fingers wrapped around my throat, not tight enough to hurt but firm enough to make my pulse stutter against his palm.
"Angel," his voice was silk over steel, "let's try that again. And this time, don't fucking dismiss me."
An insane heat pooled between my legs like fire at the command in his tone.
His grip on my throat was exactly like those videos I watched on my secret account—the ones that made me squirm and ache and feel shameful afterward.
But this wasreal. This was Adrian's tattooed hand claiming me while he drove through the city like he owned it.
His thumb pressed against my ribbon. "I can feel when you're not telling me everything. Your heart's racing, your breathing changed."
His smile was mad, predatory. "So let's start over. Who is Noah, what does he want, and how often does he bother my girl?"
"He's..." My voice came out breathy, distant, entirely focused on how hot this was. "He's not really around anymore. But when he was, he was just... weird."
