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“I guess I forgot to tell you, sweet thing. I’m sorry about that.” He leaned in a little closer, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “And she is no one.” His voice; goddamn his voice. I was a puddle in his lap, melting away with the heat of his words. Biting my lip, I leaned in, bringing my mouth to graze against the side of his face.
“Care to prove it, Atlas?” I whispered and then moved ever so slightly forward so I could bite his earlobe and give a gentle tug with my teeth.
He sucked in a breath, and I could feel him begin to harden underneath me. I couldn’t help the grin that pulled at the corners of my mouth. I had him right where I wanted him. Sure, he could set me on fire when he wanted to, but I could burn him alive.
Clearing his throat, he shifted me in his lap, his hardening length rubbing up against my ass.
“Guys, you remember Chyler from The Landing?”
They all looked at me in confusion, like I just grew a second head.
“AJ got the hot bartender!” Marcus chimed in and high-fived Atlas with a playful laugh.
Brodie, now losing the attention of Atlas, stormed off from the table, and I moved to follow her, but Atlas’s grip tightened around my waist, and he refused to let me go. I clenched my teeth and leaned back into him. I needed to get to her before it was too late.
“Let me go; I need to get back to work.” I gritted out, lightly tugging on his hand to release me.
“You don’t get to pull that crap and then just leave me.” He softly murmured into my ear, still paying attention to his friend’s conversation.
“I’ll be back. I swear.” I whispered, my eyes meeting his, and I pushed as much truth into them as possible. I wasn’t lying; I was going to come back. I had every intention of leaving this bar with him tonight. I just needed to deal with a minor detail before I did.
“You’ve got ten minutes.” He stated.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do. Not after avoiding me for two weeks.” I scoffed.
“Five.” He growled.
“Fine.” I snapped and hopped down from his lap. “Be right back,” I added in my sweetest tone and made to follow Brodie to the restrooms at the opposite end of the bar.
Once inside, I checked to ensure it was only the two of us in the woman’s room before I kicked in her stall door—my switch snapping into place. She let out a scream and jumped up from the toilet seat.
“What the fuck!” She yelled.
I didn’t say a word; I just grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the ceramic tiles on the wall, cracking a few of them with the force of it. I slammed her a second time as she clawed at my arm with her nails. She tried to swipe at my face like a feral cat, and I narrowly avoided it. Scratches on my arm, I could explain, but I wouldn’t be able to explain a scratch to the face.
“I’m going to show you what happens to those who touch what’s mine.”
My eyes darkened, and a wicked smile pulled at the corners of my mouth.
“I—I didn’t know he was yours. I wouldn’t have tried anything with him if I knew. He said he was single.”
I tilted my head in an animalistic way and sucked on my teeth.
“Yeah, see… I don’t think that’s very true, Plan B. And if that’s what he told you, then he lied. He’s spoken for, and it doesn’t matter if you knew or not. You still touched what’s mine, and I will rectify that issue.” I slammed her into the wall a third time; this time, it shattered a few tiles, and there were flecks of blood left behind. Pity.
A whimper broke from her throat.
“P—please s—stop. I can’t. B—breathe.” She dug her nails deeper into my arm, breaking skin; beads of blood bubbled to the surface, and I squeezed harder around her neck. Her eyes slowly started rolling to the back of her head, and I couldn’t help the satisfying thought of her breath stopping entirely.
“That’s the whole point.” I hissed through my teeth.
My grip was so tight that she could no longer speak, and I could feel the ever-slowing rate of her pulse against the palm of my hand. I squeezed as hard as I could, and after a few more minutes, she eventually stopped breathing and went limp in my grasp.
I dropped her body to the floor, and she landed with a hard thud, her head lolling over the toilet seat. She looked as though she had just passed out while vomiting. Easy cover-up.
I shrugged, closing the stall door and washing the blood off my arm in the sink. On my way out of the restroom, I picked up a dark-colored wrap from the first aid kit behind the bar and wrapped the small portion of my forearm where her nails broke the skin.
Satisfied that I had covered most of the noticeable damage, I returned to Atlas.
