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The man is one step away from me, watching me with what I can only describe as terror in his eyes.
He opens his mouth, yet no sound comes out. In fact, one tooth seems to have been displaced.
"Apologize," Raf demands again, kicking him so hard he gasps for air.
"I-I'm s-sorry," he whizzes, coughing more blood which splatters on my feet.
I swing my gaze to Raf, thinking he would accept that apology, but his eyes are affixed to the blood on my feet, his expression turning more murderous than before.
"You piece of shit," he grits out, his hand in his hair as he whips his head back. "I told you to apologize not to sully her skin with your lowlife blood."
It's like I'm in a different reality, watching my sweet husband behavenotso sweet.
"I-I'm s-sorry," he apologizes again, his eyes so crazed with fear he uses whatever strength he has left to rip some material from his shirt and offer to wipe it for me.
"Good," Raf nods, but I quickly put my hand up.
"I'll do it myself," I say as I use two fingers to pick up the piece of sweaty material and fling it aside. Instead, I merely put my hand in Raf's pocket, withdrawing a napkin and quietly cleaning my legs.
"Now, what do you say to these two gentlemen over here?" Raf continues, seemingly not done with the spectacle.
It's then that I notice that two more men have appeared besides the bouncers. Both tall and muscular, they are dressed in expensive suits, which indicates that they aren't just regular employees or club goers.
One of the men sports a buzz cut, his steely blue eyes devoid of any feeling as he scans the room. The other is more laid back, an easy smile on his face as he glances at the man writhing in Raf's grasp.
"Upstairs," he simply says, pointing to a door to the side I hadn't noticed before. Raf nods, dragging the man with him and asking me to stick by his side.
We go up a flight of stairs, ending up in what looks like an office—one that has a glass view over the entire club. My mouth tugs in a smile as I realize it's a one-way type of glass since from the inside of the club you can't see anything.
"And what do we have here, Rafaelo," the man makes a tsk sound. "You made quite a ruckus in my club."
Green eyes set against an olive complexion, he looks more like a cover magazine model than the owner of a club. Certainly, he is one of the most handsome men I've ever seen, and I'm not the only one noticing as Raf's cheek twitches in annoyance when he sees me peruse the newcomers.
I raise a shameless brow at him before I wink—my quiet way of letting him know he has nothing to worry about. There may be many handsome men in the world, but there is only one ofhim.
"Why don't you repeat to Enzo here what you were saying about my wife," Raf adds, bringing the man closer to the two men.
He looks wildly between the two of them, and whatever he sees in their gazes convinces him to speak, spelling out all the horrible things he'd said about me.
Good lord, but I see why Raf would take such umbrage. I'm surprised I hadn't heard all of it, but maybe it's for the best since I might have reacted a bit too…vehemently. Every word that comes out of the man's mouth is vile and offensive, and he doesn't shy away from calling me a slut, a whore, and saying I needed another cock up my ass by the way I was moaning in the alleyway.
My eyes widen in shock, and as I look up at Raf, it's to see him barely in control of himself. He's trying to stop himself from killing the man, that much is apparent.
"I see," Enzo nods thoughtfully.
One moment he's in front of the man, the next he's crouching by his side, a knife against his throat as he gives him a deadly look.
"I don't allow this type of behavior in any of my clubs," he starts in a stern tone. "Didn't the bouncer give you the memo? This isn't a hunting ground. Here, yourespectwomen."
"What should I do with him, sir?" The man in the back steps forward, leaning to whisper something in Enzo's ear.
"No, that won't be necessary," he puts a hand up, turning to look at Raf and giving him a nod.
Pushing his hand into the man's pockets, he fishes out a wallet, taking it out and perusing his IDs before handing them to the man by Enzo's side.
Surprisingly, he already has a tablet in his hand that he uses to scan the ID.
"You were right, sir," he says in an even voice, handing Enzo the tablet.
