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Bexley’s eyes shutter as he inhales a deep breath.
“What’s it going to be, Easton?”
“If I do this, you’ll stop?”
A tremor goes through me.
“I only want to make him pay for hurting our girl.”
Our girl.
My stomach drops.
“Please, man,” the guy cries as Bexley stalks toward him, “I don’t deserve this. I swear, I didn’t—”
“Hit him,” Cade orders, his hand still on my breast. “Hit him and make it hurt.”
The guy is crying now, big fat tears that roll down his cheeks and onto his thigh.
“I’m sorry.” I see the words form on Bexley’s lips right before he cocks his arm and sends his fist flying into the guy’s nose. Blood sprays into the air, splattering all over Bexley.
The guy shrieks with pain, thrashing against his restraints, and my stomach churns. “God, no… no… no…” He repeats the words over and over.
“Wanna take a shot, Rexford?” Cade taunts Alex, who freezes up. “No? Shame. Guess Easton will have to take your place. Again. Hit him.”
“Cade, man,” Channing interjects, but Cade’s head whips around.
“Something you want to say?”
“He’s done.” He motions to the bloodied guy tied to the chair.
“He’s done when I say he’s done.”
Bexley lets out a strained breath, flicking his eyes to me. I shake my head again, but I know it’s futile.
“Again,” he barks.
Bexley drops his head, defeat rolling off him.
“Why do you continuously push, Easton? I’ll always push back ten times as hard. The sooner you realize that, the easier it will be. Mia is mine. Anyone who hurts her or disrespects her will pay. Surely you can’t disagree with me on that.”
“I’ll do anything…” the guy splutters. Blood pours from his nose, running over his mouth and dripping from his chin. “Anything, please… just let me go…”
“Should have thought of that, Noah, before you put your hands on my fucking woman.”
The venom in Cade’s words shocks me. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him sound so out of touch with reality. This poor guy didn’t hurt me. He didn’t mow me over or shame me in the hall. It was a simple mistake. Yet Cade is acting like he deserves to die.
Another shudder rolls through me. “Cade.” I try to twist in his arms, but he has me in a vise-like hold. “You don’t need to do this. I’m fine, see?” Desperate, I take his hand in mine and gently press it over my beating heart. “See?”
He tucks his body behind mine, pressing his lips to the sensitive skin beneath my ear. “This is what happens, Mia. Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he says darkly. “Easton, I suggest if you don’t want me to fuck Mia right here in front of everyone, you do as I say, and... Make. It. Hurt.”
Bexley doesn’t hold back this time. It’s like a switch flicks inside him as he lets it rip on the defenseless guy. Punch after punch, his fists rain down on him. The sickening sound of bone crunching against bone echoes around the room, setting my teeth on edge. At some point, Cade hands me off to Sasha, who wraps an arm a
round my waist as I bury my face in her shoulder until Cade declares, “Enough,” and I finally peek over at Bexley. His hands are coated in blood, his head lowered as he inhales ragged breath after ragged breath. The guy is unconscious, a sticky, bloody mess. His face is completely mangled, no longer resembling the guy who bumped me in the hall. Silent tears roll down my cheeks as Channing moves Bexley out of the way so they can untie the guy and haul him out of the chair.
“You know what to do,” Cade says dismissively, as if he didn’t just give the order for Bexley to beat him to a pulp. “I knew you had it in you.” He claps Bexley on the shoulder like they’re two old friends. “You just needed a little nudge in the right direction. I’ll have to remember that. You should go clean up. And try not to get blood all over the carpet.” Cade smirks. He actually smirks, as if anything about this is funny.
Bexley’s gaze moves past me, his skin pale and eyes blown with adrenaline.
