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As soon as she is in the restroom, I walk over to the piece of shit sitting tied to a chair in the corner. I lean over him, my hands on the armrests.
“Why did you follow her in here?” I snarl.
“I thought I w-was helping her,” he stammers.
“Helping her how?”
“You’re kind of a controlling…” he doesn’t finish the sentence.
“So what? You were going to rescue her from me? Is that it?”
“I thought she was scared of you,” he says, avoiding my eyes. Useless sack of shit.
“I warned you I would break your hand if you touched her,” I remind him.
“I know,” he snivels. “But I never hurt her.”
I press my face closer to his, anger burning in my chest. “No, because if you had you would be screaming in fucking agony right now. I would peel your skin from your body while you were still alive, you fuck!” I spit the words and he flinches at the venom in my tone. He has no idea who he’s dealing with. On another night, I might show him, but I made her a promise. And she is all I want. Dealing with this waste of oxygen would only keep me from her.
I free his right hand from the cable binding him to the chair.
“W-what,” he whimpers as I thread my thick fingers through his, pushing back until I hear the satisfying crunch of bone.
He screams so loudly that I have to punch him in the mouth to shut him up. He blinks up at me, blood running from his lip and tears in his eyes.
“If you ever come to my club again. If you ever go near her again. Speak to her. Touch her. Jerk off while you’re thinking about her, I will find you and I will crush every bone in your body. Do you understand me?” I squeeze his broken fingers harder and his face twists in agony.
“Yes,” he nods as tears run down his cheeks.
When I let his hand go, it drops limply to his side. I untie him quickly and pull him to his feet before opening the door and signaling one of my bouncers. “See this piece of shit out and never allow him in here again.”
“Of course, boss,” he says with a nod as he takes hold of Jason by his good arm and leads him through the club.
I’m leaningagainst the desk, hands shoved in my pockets as she walks out of the bathroom.
“Where is Jason?” she whispers.
“He left.”
She makes her way toward me and places her hands on my chest. “Did he walk out of here or was he carried?”
I arch an eyebrow at her. “He walked.”
She nods her head and smiles at me.
“You’re not gonna though,” I slide my hands to her waist, my fingertips gripping her tightly.
“I’m not?”
“No.” Standing up, I spin her around so she’s facing the table. Pressing my lips against her ear, I inhale the smell of her — shampoo and the citrus perfume she wears. I could fucking eat her. “You won’t be able to walk once I’m done with you.”
My cock is aching for her. I press it against her backside, dragging her over my length.
“You think?” she breathes.
“I know. But don’t worry. I’ll carry you,” I whisper in her ear as I start to unbuckle my belt. “Because your legs are gonna be shaking, sweetheart.”
“Shane,” my name leaves her lips on a breathy moan.
