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He howled in pain.
I pulled out my phone and crouched down next to him, ignoring his whimpers. “Let’s see what I have here.”
A second later, a video of him fucking the wife of one of his Tres Medical partners started playing.
His face paled, the bright red of his blood standing out starkly against his skin.
“How did you get that?” he snarled.
“Well, it doesn’t really matterhowI got it, right? It only matters that I have it. And if you don’t do exactly as I say, I’ll send it to your partner, and your wife.” I patted his cheek. "I don't think either of them would be too happy about this."
Kevin glared at me. "What do you want?”
“You’re going to fire Monroe. Tomorrow,” I said simply.
Kevin’s face contorted in confusion, his brows furrowing and his lips parting in disbelief as he struggled to comprehend what I’d just said. His eyes darted back and forth, searching for the punchline, I’m sure.
But he wouldn’t find it.
“Why would you want that? What kind of sick fuck are you?” Kevin finally spat.
I threw my head back and laughed. “An obsessed one.”
Kevin didn’t seem to find that funny. “And what brilliant reason have you come up with for why I’m firing her? She’s been late one time in two years,” he asked sarcastically.
“Just make up an excuse that she did some numbers wrong, or say there’s a check missing. Tell her instead of going to the police, you’re going to let her go.” I shrugged, not really caring as long as she’d be done with her job.
He stared at me blankly before slowly shaking his head. “You’re a sick fuck.”
I grinned. I didn’t care one bit about his opinion. My mind was already on what I’d be showing her and buying her in Boston on our trip over the next four days. My girl was about to have a lot more time on her hands. I’d already told her catering boss to stop calling, so other than a few more weeks of school before the summer, she’d be free.
I stood up and watched, detached, as he struggled to his feet, holding his ribs, drops of blood splashing to the floor from his still bleeding nose.
I turned to go and then remembered I’d forgotten something.
“And just in case you get any ideas…like telling her this was my idea, I have one more thing to…convince you.”
I pulled up another video on my phone. This one was of his wife’s brother sucking on Kevin’s dick like it was a popsicle. I grimaced. “The best friend’s one thing, dude…but her brother? Ouch. That's a whole new level of messed up.” A low, amused chuckle escaped my lips as I watched the utter horror that painted his face at the sight of the video.
“Tomorrow,” I tossed over my shoulder as I finally strode out into the muggy night.
The sound of shattering glass and splintering wood echoed from inside the house as I made my way to my car, a wicked satisfaction curling in my gut.
It was time to get back to my girl.
I'd never let her leave, I thought as I drove.
No matter what, I'd make her happy, even if it meant locking her up and waiting for fucking Stockholm Syndrome to take hold.
My thoughts were fucked, I knew that.
But that was what she’d done to me.
This feeling. It was all-consuming. I'd never experienced anything like it before.
From the instant our eyes locked, I knew she was mine.
And she’d always be mine.
