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“Come on, girl. Just a small peek. The shirt’s half hanging off you anyway.”
“I told you, no! Don’t touch me, you fucking pervert! Is no one in this house capable of keeping their hands to themselves?”
I’m suddenly inexplicably angry. Who the fuck does Freddie think he is, trying to touch Lucia?
I walk in and slam my hand against the kitchen wall. Both Lucia and Freddie startle.
Freddie has Lucia trapped between him and the kitchen island, one hand on her slim waist.
Yeah, fuck this.
“Freddie, did I say you could molest her?” I growl, slowly walking over to them.
Freddie scrambles away from Lucia, shaking his head vehemently. “No, sir, sorry, sir.”
“You think that it’s right to touch a woman without her permission?”
Lucia bursts out laughing, taking the opportunity to put space between her and the new recruit. I wonder if he’d bleed as green as he is.
“From you? Oh, that’s rich,” Lucia snaps.
I ignore her and stop in front of one of the knife holders, pulling out the long bread knife with the serrated edge. “One of the things Victor values most is respect. Not just respect for our brothers, but respect for everybody under his care. Do you think what you did was respectful?”
Freddie’s eyes grow wide. He’s frozen in place, probably wondering if he can talk his way out of this or if he should bolt.
Truth is, there’s no way out of this for him. I close the distance between us and wrap my hand around his throat, squeezing tight. He tries to fight back, but I bring the knife up and he slices himself on the jagged edges.
He opens his mouth and lets out a thin, quiet scream, as much as he can with me blocking his airways.
“Christ,” Lucia mutters. “You’re going to kill him for doing less than you did? You’re a fucking hypocrite.”
She’s not wrong, but I’m not going to let her dictate what I do. I place the knife against his neck and loosen my grip just enough that he can breathe again. “Now, I want you to think very carefully about your position here. Do you think Victor would care if I slowly sawed your neck open?”
He’d be extremely annoyed, probably, but only because he hates cleanup. Saint would bitch about being forced to hide the body with me, but I’ve helped him clean up messes often enough that he owes me.
Tears start leaking out of Freddie’s eyes.. Fuck, that’s hot, actually. Too bad Freddie isn’t anywhere near as sexy as Lucia. I look over my shoulder at her and grin.
“Didn’t you say you could handle seeing things like this?”
“Cut his throat open with a plastic knife for all I care,” she retorts. “Doesn’t change the fact that you’re a fucking hypocrite.”
I have to admit, I’m a little impressed that she hasn’t lost her cool. I shove Freddie to the floor and drop the knife in the sink. There are a few jagged lines on Freddie’s throat, and his arm is bleeding from where he cut himself, but overall, it’s not a lot of damage.
“Fine, I think you get the point, Freddie. Don’t touch Lucia—or any of the women here—without their permission.” I pause, then add, “Or Victor’s permission.”
“Such a feminist,” Lucia interjects, her voice dry. If she’s affected in any way by this beyond being utterly pissed off, it doesn’t show. “Don’t rape the women unless Victor says you can, Freddie,” she says sweetly.
“It’s his house, his rules.” I grab a sandwich from the tray and take a bite. “Hey, this is good. Did you get to eat, Lucia?”
“You mean before your friend here decided to try to stick his hand down my shirt? No. Must’ve slipped my mind.” She glowers at both of us then plucks her own sandwich from the tray. “May I have your permission to eat now, oh high and mighty one?”
I can’t help but laugh at her sarcasm. The little hellcat act is pretty cute. “Of course, Princess. That’s why I brought you here in the first place. And if you’re still bored, we can go to the rec room. I think some of the men might be taking a break there?”
Lucia gives me a dubious look. “You think Iwantto be around more of you perverts?”
No, I don’t think she does, but I’m getting a thrill imagining her clinging to me while the others leer at her. This was probably enough excitement for her for the day though. I’ll rub one out in the shower later, imagining a knife against her skin and tears rolling down her cheeks.
One way or another, Iwillsee her cry before Victor hands her back over to her father.
