Page 41 of The Oath

When I finally break the kiss, she’s a panting mess with bruised lips. I grin at her, then take my mask out of her hand and slip it back on. I nod toward the party, and this time, she takes off with me right behind her.

We head back into the party, and she goes straight to Angel while I head back to the guys. I drop back down into my chair and watch her from across the room. She’s dragging Angel toward the drinks just like I figured she would. I shake my head a little. My little Syn is in for one hell of a night tonight, so I’m not going to let her drink too much.

For the most part we stay at the back of the room, just watching the party go on. Silas goes out onto the dancefloor a few times, but Levi and I hang back. We keep an eye on everything around us even though I know the Gods have this under control.

The more I see the dressings on Syn, the angrier I get. Something happened, and I want to know what that something is. But she was right. She deserves a night just to have fun and be herself, and I’ll allow that for now.

I crack my neck from side to side when I see someone place their hand on Syn’s hip and lean in close to whisper in her ear. She shakes her head and looks away, slapping his hand off her. I smirk. That’s my good girl, I think to myself. But clearly, the asshole didn’t get the message. His hand goes back to her hip, and I curse under my breath.

“What the hell?” I hear Levi. I glance up to see what he’s talking about and follow his line of sight to Syn. “You want to handle this?” he asks, sounding pissed for me.

“Yeah. Get Silas.” He nods his head and walks away from me as I shove to my feet and head toward the dancefloor. Whoever the fuck this is in a clown mask is exactly that, a fucking clown. If he thinks he can touch her and get away with it, he’s about to be taught differently.

I walk up next to him, loop my arm around his neck., and drag him away from Syn. She spins around and sees me but doesn’t say a word. The asshole tries to fight me, but it’s too late. I’m out in the hallway when Levi and Silas meet up with me.

“Hunter? I need a room,” I tell him when I see him in the hall.

“Third one down. Let me know if you need clean up,” he says. I nod my thanks and drag the bastard down the hallway and into the third room. Silas locks the door behind us as I slam the motherfucker down into a chair.

“What the fuck?” I yell as I pull his mask off his face. Fucking Nathan. He’s a King, but I can’t stand him. He’s nothing more than a little bitch. I could threaten him, and he’d walk away and never look at Syn again, but that’s not what I feel like doing today. I want more. I need more.

“Tie him down,” I tell the guys. They move quickly, securing the rope around his body, arms, and legs. When he’s tied and not moving an inch, I grin under my mask. I walk over to a table while he watches me and pick up a hammer, slapping it against my other hand.

“What the hell are you doing? I’m a King!”

“As are we. What a coincidence.”

“Then you can’t kill me,” he says smugly. Fucking little prick.

“Kill you? No. I wasn’t planning on killing you.”

“Then what the hell do you want?”

“You put your hands on something that wasn’t yours out there,” I tell him.

“Tamsyn? She’s a princess. I can touch her all I want.” Wrong answer, pretty boy. I take a deep breath and sigh. When will they learn? I nod to Silas, and he knows what I want to do. He grabs Nathan’s hand as Levi drags the small table over next to them. Silas presses Nathan’s hand onto the tabletop and holds it by the wrist.

“What the hell are you doing? You can’t do this! I’m a King!”

“Ahh, yes. A King. I can’t kill you, but I can hurt you.”

“For what?”

“Touching Syn.” I’m the only one who calls her Syn, and everyone fucking knows it. So when I say her name, his eyes light up because now he knows it’s me.

“Rylan, come on, man. It was all in fun.”

“All in fun. I don’t know, Nathan, she didn’t look like she wanted your hands on her,” I tell him.

“Rylan, I’ll fucking go to the leaders,” he sneers, and I laugh.

“The leaders? Oh no, not the leaders,” I fake fear in my voice. “Do you really think I’m afraid of a little punishment, Nathan?” Now his eyes widen because he knows I’m not. He knows it won’t faze me either way. So, without warning, I raise the hammer and bring it down on his fingers. Nathan screams from the pain, but no one can hear him with the party going on.

I raise the hammer and move to the next finger, crushing it as well. Nathan screams, and it’s like music to my ears. I needed this. I needed to hear this. Maybe I’m taking my frustration out on Nathan, but I don’t see the problem with that. He needs to be thanking God I don’t kill him because he is a King. Not that it would bother me to kill him. It wouldn’t.

I toss the hammer back onto the table as tears run down his cheeks. I walk over and lean down, running my tongue up his cheek to erase the tears before I tell him, “Real Kings don’t cry, Nathan.” I step back and nod to the other two. They cut the rope holding him in place before we turn and leave the bastard there crying.

We’re heading back down the hall when I see Syn come out of the bathroom. She looks over at us, and I know she can tell we did something bad.

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