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Chapter

Twenty-Three

Creed

The moment I saw himenter the restaurant with his hands all over her, I wanted to rip his head off his shoulders and shit down his throat. This motherfucker was about to take his last breath tonight, touching what was mine. Over the past few weeks, I’d kept a close eye on my little vixen to see if she was in contact with anyone that could be tied to Santiago.

I’d found nothing.

Proving that I’d made the biggest mistake of my life that night I sent her packing.

This was my punishment.

Her here in the restaurant, I’d named after her, withhim.

I’d seen them together a few times, but he never slept at her place, and she never slept at his. It was theonlyreason this little fucker was still even allowed to breathe.

But after tonight that was possibly going to change.

I needed to talk with her and make her see why I did what I did. I knew my words had been vulgar and hurtful, but my aim with them was meant for him, not her. When the punk started to slide out of his seat and stand to confront me, he was quickly pulled back down. “No. Please, Damon. Just ignore him and let’s go somewhere else,” she practically begged, her eyes pleading with him to hear her.

“You’re really going to let this piece of shit speak to you like that, Reese?”

Interesting. Bet he didn’t know what her real name was, like I did.

Another point in my favor.

Was I really that petty? When it came to my little vixen you’re damned right I was. I would do anything to get her to leave with me tonight, and not him.

And I planned to.

“You’re not leaving.” She knew all too well the sound of finality in my words. What I said, I meant. If she wanted this little prick to live past his encounter with me tonight, she would hear the warning loud and clear in my voice.

“She’s sure as hell not staying here with you, buddy. She is my date, so you can fuck right off. You feel me?”

I only spared him a split-second glance in annoyance before my eyes landed back on her fearful ones. The luck this guy was gambling with tonight would not pay off in the way he was hoping for.

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