Page 120 of Before I Loved You

“Did you finish?”

“Yes. They’re all gone. I’m sending a virus to his computer to destroy his hard drive as a warning. I’ll keep tabs on him to ensure this doesn’t happen to anyone else. Are you—”

“I need to go.”

“Wait! Paul, don’t do anything—”

I end the call before I can hear my brother tell me not to do anything stupid. To not do anything I’ll regret.

But I’m not going to regret what I’m about to do.

Not a single second of it.

With trembling fingers, I remove the chip from the laptop and shove the computer back into the bag, securing the lock. Looking around, I ensure everything is exactly how I found it, exit his room, and head straight down to the bar with fury penetrating every inch of my skin.

Begging to be released.

Begging to come out and play.

Begging to make Greyson suffer.

The second I walk into the bar, my eyes scan the room for Greyson, and the moment they latch onto him, I feel a force within me that no one will be able to stop.

My feet move swiftly toward the stool that Greyson is perched on, talking to a blonde beside him. As though he can sense me behind him, he turns at the last second, looking right at me with wide eyes as my fist connects with his nose, sending blood spraying everywhere.

Greyson tumbles to the floor, but I don’t give him a chance to get up as I crouch over his body. I straddle his chest, keeping one hand clutched onto the fabric of his shirt, pressing him down as my other hand turns into a fist, connecting over and over again with his face.

His bloody fucking face.

I don’t hear the scream beside me.

Or the people around me yelling for me to stop.

At this moment, I don’t recognize myself.

I only think about Sarah and what he did to her.

What he’s done to every single one of those girls.

Eventually, two pairs of hands grip me from behind, pulling me off of Greyson. My chest heaves, adrenaline coursing through me as I’m pushed away from him, feeling like I’ve barely scratched the surface of the amount of pain I want to cause him.

“Paul, you need to fucking calm down. Everyone’s watching,” Glen whisper-shouts beside me. He grips one arm behind my back while another player from the team grips my other one, firmly keeping me in place.

I’m going to fucking kill him!

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Greyson spits blood onto the floor as someone helps him to a standing position. One of his eyes is swollen shut, his lip is split open, and blood smears down his already bruising skin.

“You fucking touch her again, and I will kill you. I will fucking destroy you,” I roar, sending gasps throughout the crowd gathered around us.

It takes Greyson only a split second before he smirks, shaking his head as he understands why I just beat the living shit out of him. He knows Sarah told me about the video.

“You fucked up, Paul. Big time,” Greyson proclaims, wiping the blood from his face with his shirt. He clutches the back of the chair closest to him for support, appearing unsteady.

But I don’t miss the innuendo in Greyson’s words. He thinks he still holds power over Sarah with the video. He thinks he can now follow through on his threat and release the tape for the world to see. And he thinks he can make me appear as the bad guy in this story by making me look like I’m the one who released it.

But he can’t.

And he’ll never be able to hold any power over Sarah again.

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