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"I’mhere to chat."Achat involving my fist.Irolled my shoulders, the first impact barely satiating my bloodthirst.
Parisglared at me, holding a hand over his busted lip.Thepressure didn’t stop the blood from oozing out. “Idon't understand.Whatis this about?"
“Thisis aboutPoppy,”Ireplied coldly.Thedetached demeanor probably made me appear more possessed. “Iheard you’ve been snooping around my girl.”
“Yourgirl?” he asked, dumbfounded. "B-but you are aMaxwell."Thatwas all he could muster as if the explanation should suffice.Perhapsit did for many. “Isthat even allowed?”
“Allowedor not, she belongs to me.”
“Butyou can have any woman in the world.Tellme you aren’t stupid enough to catch feelings for the only one you can’t,” he sneered, momentarily regaining his bravado. “Ontop of being aMaxwell, you aren'tIndian.TheAmbaniboard will never approve of you.Thereis no future with her other than a few casual fucks.”
Thatearned him a kick in the stomach.Iquestioned my mental stability whenIreveled in the sight of him hunched sideways, clutching his abdomen.
Parisswallowed, fear returning to his eyes. “W-what do you want from me?”
“First,Iwant to hear your thoughts on an important matter.WhodoesPoppybelong to?”
Helooked away.Parisloved making things difficult for himself.Ilanded a kick to his chest, eliciting a screech. “Okay!Okay!Shebelongs to you.”
"I’mglad you see it my way.Andin case there is any confusion,I’llclarify a few things.”
Icircled him while he lay on the ground.Fearhad him tracking my feet like prey, predicting the next move.
“Poppyis mine,”Ispoke from behind, making him jump. “Ifyou look at her again,I’llremove your eyes from their sockets.Ifyou touch her,I’llchop off your hands.Ifyour dick gets hard fantasizing about her,I’llcut it off.Ifyou even think about her,Iwill sever your head from your body and keep the brains on my nightstand.”
“Youare sick,” he spat without thinking.
Thecomment made me laugh and deliver one more kick.Thistime, he coughed up blood and held up a surrendered palm.
“Paris,”Itutted. “Thisbrings me no joy.”Itwas a bald-faced lie.Evenburying him would bring me joy.Hehad no idea whatIwas capable of. “Helpme, help you,”Ireasoned.
Petrified,Parisvigorously nodded.
Icompleted the circle and stood in front ofParis. “I’llask again.AmImaking myself clear aboutPoppy?"
Redblood stained his previously white teeth. “Yes,” he gurgled.
Ireached for the phone in my back pocket and pulled up my email. “Ihave a little gift for you in case you ever need a refresher.”Scrollingthrough,Ifound the email my head of security sent and read aloud a bank account number and the balance.
“Whatthe fuck?”Parisroared when he recognized the figures.
“Shh,”Ihushed, placing a finger over his lips. “Wehave a baby sleeping in the next room.Itold you that,”Ichided. “Thisis a bank statement for an offshore account.”
“Howdid you find it?”
“Itwasn’t difficult.Afterall, it’s one of the oldest tricks.Youembezzle a small amount from your father’s company every quarter so no one would notice.Then, deposit the money into an offshore account.”
“Youcan’t prove jack shit,”Parisseethed. “Thereis no paper trail.”
Itapped my lips thoughtfully. “Maybenot.Although,Idoubt it’ll matter when the deposits in this account match the amounts missing for the last several quarters.”
Parispaled.
“Oof, stealing money from your own father?”Imade a face. “That’scold.Howwill your father react ifIforward him this email?I’mguessingDaddyDearestwill stop paying your salary and mortgage.”
Parissaid nothing, the gravity of the situation sinking in.Thephysical painIinflicted would heal.Thefinancial hit wasn’t salvageable.
“Maybehe’ll understand once he knows it’s for a good cause.Howelse will his son pay for his little sex addiction?”Iscrolled through more emails and turned the phone to show him the incriminating photo.Itwas ofParisbent over the hood of a police car, handcuffed next to a woman in a similar position. “Ibelieve that’s a picture of you getting arrested with a sex worker.”
