Page 124 of Explosive Prejudice

My stomach turned with his words, and I clenched my jaw in anger. What he was saying was fucking bullshit, and I knew it. Shay-Lee cared about me. Fuck that. He loved me. He might have never said it, but I knew it. I felt it in my bones every time he looked at me with his majestic eyes. No matter what crap Christian was spitting, Shay-Lee belonged to me and me alone.

“You’re probably thinking I’m speaking nonsense, but deep down, you know I’m right. After all, in what world would my son choose to be with trash like you?” He shook his head. “I’m not trying to insult you, Camilo. Quite the opposite. I’m putting reality in your face. Think about your sister. How things worked out for her when she tried to merge where she didn’t belong?”

The mention of Carmen set my body on fire, and without thinking twice, I jumped to my feet, ready to hit the scum, when Orson used the handle of the gun to smash my head. The blow shook me off my feet, and I slumped back to my knees.

Christian got up from the bed and came to stand above me. “Only fools bark when they cannot bite,” he hissed through gritted teeth, his low tone dismissing. “Tell my son I’m waiting for him to return home.” He kicked me in the stomach and hopped over my aching body on his way out, with Orson following close behind.

It took me a while before I managed to stand. I cleaned the blood from my mouth by spitting, then pulled up my shirt to check the damage. I’d have some nasty bruises, but I’d be fine. Moving my hand over the back of my head, it returned with no blood, which was a good sign. I’d been beaten up enough times to know I didn’t need to go to the hospital, but it still wasn’t a pleasant feeling to have your ass kicked. I was much more disturbed by where they managed to beat me up.

Nothing ever happened in the Venetian without Dion’s knowledge, meaning the son of a bitch had a hand in this. Gritting my teeth, I stormed out of the room and made my way to the asshole’s office. The two armed guards shielding his doors were about to stop me, but before they could, Dion’s voice echoed through the hall, telling them to let me pass. I knew the bastard had the whole building wired up with cameras.

“You look like shit,” Dion said as soon as I stepped in, an amused look on his smug face.

“You knew about this,” I hissed, stepping closer.

“About what?”

“Don’t play coy.” My jaw tensed.

Leaning his hips against his table, he crossed his arms over his chest. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Bullshit.”

He grinned. What a snake.

“Didn’t I tell you to make sure I don’t stop liking you?” he suddenly asked, joy still glistening in those cruel eyes of his.

“You did,” I said reluctantly.

“And what did you do right after that?”

Biting the inside of my cheek, I kept my mouth shut because I knew the answer to his question wasn’t in my favor.

“I guess they hit your head hard enough to fog your memory, so allow me to refresh it. You fucked him right in front of me, in the middle of my club, while having the audacity to wear my mask.”

I knew what a vengeful piece of shit Dion was, so it was a miracle that he hadn’t reacted to that little taunt Shay-Lee and I did to him back then. Apparently, he’d just waited for the right time.

“Don’t tell me you actually care, or I’ll start thinking you have a heart,” I hissed, aware that I was playing with fire.

He frowned. “It’s not my feelings that are hurt but my pride.” He wasn’t smiling now. “If there’s one thing I care about, it’s respect, and I know you do, too. That’s why I allowed them into my club tonight so you’ll remember that respect goes both ways.” The smile returned to his face quickly as he pushed back from the desk and stepped closer, until we stood face-to-face.

“I’ll say it again. I see so much potential in you, Diesel, so don’t waste it. In fact, I think you have a bright future by my side.”

“Too bad because I’m done once Iván’s out.”

“We’ll see about that.” He patted my cheek, and I clenched my jaw so hard only so I wouldn’t break his face. Noticing my anger, Dion grinned. It was what he wanted, to put me back in my place.

Now pleased, he walked to the bar and began pouring us drinks. “Although, I do understand. If I were you, I’d probably act the same way. Shay-Lee sure knows how to use that pretty little mouth of his. Just thinking about him moaning around my dick gets me hard, and I often find myself reliving those wonderful moments late at night.”

My eyes locked on him immediately as my anger picked up.

“What did you say?” I hissed. The idea that Dion once had his hands on Shay-Lee messed with my head even before Shay-Lee and I were together. Now, it stirred the beast within me back to life.

Turning to look at me with two glasses in his hands, Dion smirked. “Come on, don’t be like that.” He handed me one glass. “In fact, why don’t you invite him? I miss seeing his beautiful face around. I bet that little slut would have no problem taking the two of us together.”

I knew it was a bad idea the moment I clenched my hands into tight fists, especially after what we had just talked about, but I couldn’t help it, and the next thing I knew, I had right hooked Dion hard enough that his body dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes. It didn’t take more than five seconds for his guards to burst into his office and for guns to be aimed at me. For the second time this day.

“Put the guns down,” Dion barked, making it the first time I heard him raise his voice. “And get the fuck out of my office.”

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