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“She’s only with you for the money,” Harris hissed.
If that was what kept her with me, I would shower her with it. As. Long. As. She. Stayed. With. Me.
“Because we all know I can fuck her way better than you,” Harris sniggered, looking gleefully from me to my men.
Something I didn’t recognise detonated inside of me and blasted its way out, my body burning my oesophagus, my chest, my throat. My hand, which had been itching for my gun, let loose, relentlessly slamming into his face, trying to erase any memory of this man anywhere near my wife. I only stopped when even the whimpers stopped coming, and the jackass was a heaping mess on the ground. I looked at the fool lying on the tarred street and gave him an additional kick to his balls. Crouching down, I lifted his head close to mine.
“I am the one she fucks. I am the one she waits for at home. I am the one she married. And you…” I pin my gaze on his one open eye, “Will be the one six feet under if you come anywhere near her again.” I dropped him down and stood up.
“Don’t kill him… yet,” I told Marco.
I didn’t know why I would want him to live. Fucking woman was turning me into a pussy. I looked back at the heap lying on the ground. “Bleed him more.”
I ignored Marco’s odd look.
Yes. I knew I never fucking did this type of shit.
But he came for my wife. My wife.
No one fucked with what was mine.
I walked away. It was time to go home and find out who my wife thought was the best fuck.
Sitting on her new sofa, I watched her sleep in our bed, the fury inside me eating me up and making me clench the glass in my hands while my wife slept on peacefully. Not a care in this world.
A fucking seductress. Even asleep, her body was burning a path to my cock, trying to tug it out of my briefs. Not yet.
I can fuck her far better than you.
The glass shattered, the alcohol providing disinfectant to my bleeding hand, blood and alcohol seeping down onto the sofa.
Good. Her fucking sofa will have a stain now.
Her gasp made my eyes shoot up to the bed to find my dishevelled wife sitting on it, looking at my hand in horror. I wondered how she would react if she saw Harris now.
She scrambled to the foot end on her hands and knees.
“Oh my god! What happened?” She made a move to get up, only to be pushed down with the end of my foot. Getting up, I approached the bed.
“Let me up, Antonio, to get some ice and bandages for you. What happened? Were you in a fight or something?”
I pushed her back onto the bed and crawled over, dirtying the linen sheets with my blood.
“Blood all over—”
“Shut up,” I snarled, silencing her immediately. “You think I care?” I said tightly, nailing her with my eyes, taking a wicked pleasure in the power I had over her.
At least she was more scared of me.
“What I am interested in is…” I whispered dangerously close to her, watching her eyes flicker nervously, “your visitor today, who came into my house.”
I watched her chew her lips nervously. She was going to fucking dent something that belonged to me.
“Please… do tell me what fucking Harris wanted,” I sneered.
She tried to move away, and I pounced on her. Pinning her hands on top of her head, I watched her breasts jut out.
My breasts.
