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Meaning we have more people to punish.
Right after this jerk has burn marks the shape of his tie around his neck.
The gaze I give her should tell her I have her. Killian’s hand on her bicep reassures me nothing will happen to her while I take care of this filth.
“We’re taking this to our office.” Killian’s words drip with venom. Of unspoken threats.
He’s hot and seething like I am. The composed version of my uncontained rage. Killian’s doing one of the things he does best.
Damage control.
Dozens of eyes watch our every move in the bar area. Members in the leather couches spread around. They’ve quieted, no longer murmuring. No longer planning and scheming.
The rational thing to do would be to avoid a scene, like Killian suggested.
I don’t remember the last time I’ve ever been anything remotely close to rational.
Christopher is about to be reminded of our rules. About to realize what we do to people who get too close to our people.
Not just him, though, I decide.
All of them are.
“To the office?” Christopher is a head shorter than I am. I see his smirk from my place above him. Repulsive. “Where the three of us can tag team your little whore?”
In one swift movement, I release his tie, grip his platinum blond hair by the roots, and lift his head.
“Tag team, huh?”
Crack.
His head creates the most beautiful symphony when his forehead bashes into the marble bar.
“Little whore?”
Crack. Crack. Crack.
A few shocked gasps echo in the otherwise dead silence of the bar. These assholes have seen and done worse. But this is the first time I’ve beat someone up with an audience.
Enjoy the show.
“Sit your fucking ass down,” Killian thunders at someone behind me. “You do not want me to come over there.”
“You even think about tag teaming her…” I raise Christopher’s head by the roots of his hair, smashing his forehead back down. Crack. “I’ll fuck you up, Christopher. Fuck you up so bad that bashing your head in is going to look like child’s play in comparison. In fact, I doubt anyone will recognize you once I’m done.”
His jaw tics. His eyes squint through the blood trickling down from his forehead.
I swear I hear Amara giggle. A small sound. An adorable sound. Her happiness makes everything worthwhile. Her safety even more so.
Our members will have to be crazy to even look at her after today.
Now, my smile isn’t a tool to freak Christopher the fuck out.
It’s genuine.
Another glimpse at Amara fills me with joy. There’s no mistaking the twinkle in her eyes. The earlier sadness I saw on her face has diminished. Her giddy energy at the violence brims through her pores.
Kinky little thing.
