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Trey walked around the table, standing a few feet from Stark and his men. He was only an arm’s reach away from Sean. It was a perfect setup for what Trey had planned.
“He will never speak to her again. Ever.”
Trey reached out, grabbed Sean by the throat, and lifted him up with one hand before crashing him down over the table. All the men scattered, showing no effort to help their man. It proved yet another point. There was no loyalty or honor within Stark’s crew. Sean curled onto his side, his body half limp, but Trey wasn’t done. He was going to inflict enough physical pain as he’d imagined Dahlia mentally endured when she’d heard that comment. And it’s a lot, motherfucker.
Trey bent down, grabbed Sean by his collar, and forced him to stand. Trey allowed a brief second for him to regain his bearings before he grabbed him by the back of the neck and crashed his face against the hard wall. It was a hard hit, and his body immediately slumped to the floor. Blood pooled around his nose and mouth. Sean wouldn’t be walking out of the club. He’d have to be carried. Trey was almost done, but not yet. He leaned down, grabbing Sean by the throat.
“If you ever say anything to her or about her, I will fucking kill you. And I’ll make it so your mother doesn’t even get a body to bury. Understand?”
His throat gurgled.
Trey tightened his grip. “Gonna need the fucking words, or your end is coming sooner than you fucking think.”
“Trey, please,” Stark pleaded.
He was beyond reason. In most situations, he could conform to reason. Not this one.
“Do you understand?” Trey asked through gritted teeth.
Sean nodded, and Trey heard a faint, gasping breath. “Yes.”
Trey released him with a slight shove and straightened. This was over.
And it was just beginning.
He didn’t know when she’d showed up or how much she’d witnessed, but Dahlia was in the corner near the bar, eyes wide and fear written all over her face.
Fuck!
Trey knew this conversation would eventually have to happen, but he’d been enjoying the facade of being the man she thought he was instead of the monster he’d become.
My time is up.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Dahlia had no idea what she’d stumbled upon when she reached the balcony, but she stood in the corner, frozen in fear, as she watched Trey grab Sean by the throat and slam him into the wall. It was a side of Trey she’d never seen. If she had to guess, most people hadn’t. But after everything Penny had just shared, she was seeing Trey in a different light. It wasn’t so much the violence but the reason for his actions. Me.
Dahlia felt the weight of the stares coming from the bar, but she’d been so mesmerized by the scene playing out in front of her that she couldn’t look away. It was incredibly chilling. Dahlia would’ve expected Stark and his men to come to the aid of Sean, but as Trey stepped away, they remained silent.
Dahlia had a front-row view to the power of the Underground.
Trey turned and immediately locked eyes on her. The knot in her throat made it impossible to speak. Even if she’d found her voice, what could she have said? When she’d walked up to the balcony, she was fully prepared to storm his meeting. She was hellbent on confronting him about keeping the truth from her. Now? Dahlia was at a complete loss for words.
For all her fear and anxiety, when he stalked across the room and came directly to her, she didn’t retreat. Trey grabbed her wrist and hauled her down the hall to his office. And she went willingly.
Trey released her, and he closed the door behind them. Dahlia wasn’t sure exactly what she’d walked in on. But when Trey drove his hand over his head, he was clearly trying to calm himself.
“You weren’t supposed to see that,” he said, giving her his back.
“I think there’s a few things I’m not supposed to see or know, right, Trey?”
His body stiffened, and he slowly turned.
This was a moment of truth in their relationship. Truth being the operative word.
“Imagine my surprise when I find out the man I’m in love with is considered a King in the Underground.”
Trey stared back at her in silence, giving her no reaction. He may have lost his control with Sean, but it was in full effect with her. His silence spoke volumes, and not just from her question but her admission.
