Page 42 of Sweet Temptation

"I didn’t think about it. So that means Sam knows that I know about everything?" I question as I stare at her.

Scarlet grins, rubbing her red lips. "Yep! And he was not happy about it. Me, personally, I don't care if you know because I know you wouldn't cross us, but Sam was not happy."

I nod a few times, brushing the hair from my face with a frown. "I have your secrets and you still want to be my friend? That's a serious amount of trust in someone, especially when you could just drop me as a friend."

I watch the emotion splash across her face. "Hanna. The reason we are friends has nothing to do with the mafia world. And I would never turn my back on you just because you know my secrets," she says as her arms drape me in a hug.

A smile pulls at my lips as I return the hug and hold her close for a second. "Now! Since I answered your questions, who's the guy in the booth that made this pretty face pale?" She claps her hands with the look of murder on her face.

I gulp as I take a second to speak. "He's the guy who, um…" I close my eyes, breathing softly. I watch Scarlet's red lips twitch as she marches back inside with me close behind her.

She stops short of the booth, shoving the hockey players aside. Bailey rushes toward me from the bar as we stand close enough we can hear but not close enough that they can see us.

"Hey, baby," Scarlet coos, climbing into the booth before she shoots Sam a knowing smile. Jared eyes her up and down and smirks. "I heard you like to get your dick wet?" She grins at him. Jared smirks, leaning closer.

My throat clogs as I try not to vomit on my shoes. "I also heard this said dick also likes to get wet in girls who aren't conscious it's happening." She sneers, and Jared pulls away, eying her.

Scarlet takes her manicured nails softly over his chest before she grabs his shirt. "May I remind you, that you have to ask for consent before fucking someone."

Jared's face pales when he realises where this is going. I smirk, crossing my arms over my chest. I love her. "I would love to remind your dick that it's only okay when girls say yes," Scarlet bites out. I watch Sam smirk in triumph as he watches it play out.

My eyes travel toward him as I remember the words Scarlet said. He was pissed that I knew all his secrets—secrets I shouldn't know in his opinion.

To my horror, Scarlet unzips Jared's pants and yanks his dick out, and of course, he's hard. "Awe, baby. You're not supposed to be turned-on by this," she growls, digging her nails into his shaft.

"Fuck! You bitch!" Jared hisses in pain. Sam continues to smirk as he watches Scarlet. Ace slides into the booth next to him, watching with a calculated expression.

"I'll make sure you dick knows sex is no longer happening for him." Scarlet grins as she grips her nails onto his… ew.

I watch the man from my nightmares. His eyes are dark with malice as he stares at my friend. "Fuck! Stop! I get it!" he growls.

"No, you don't. You messed with my friend, so now I get to mess with you." She grins as she twists his dick and pulls. I hear a huge crack and cringe, knowing Scarlet broke it.

"Shit…" Bailey breathes beside me.

I totally forgot she was standing beside me until she spoke. "Fuck! You pathetic whore!" He seethes, grabbing Scarlet's neck and shoving her backward. I hear a shriek before Sam's fist flies forward and knocks Jared in the face.

Scarlet falls backwards, and Damien grabs her, pulling her to his chest and making sure she's all right. Which is something I never thought I'd see—he's supposed to hate her.

"We may have let her break you, but you lay a hand on anything that isn't your own shit, and we'll deal with you," Sam growls. The possessive note in his voice comes as a surprise to me.

I see Ace's eyes blazing as he gets to his feet, slamming his knee into Jared's head. My eyes scan the room. I notice I haven't seen Damon; I don't even know where he is.

Out of the corner of my eye I see movement before a loud crack sounds again and my eyes scan the back of Damon as he knocks teeth from Jared's head. I feel like I need to be sick as I rush to the bathroom, ignoring everything around me.

Dropping to my knees beside the toilet, I hurl everything flowing out of my mouth into the bowl. Jesus. Why do I feel nauseous? I clamp my hand over my mouth, something registering.

I close my eyes softly before I breathe in and out. It can't be… It can't be this.

TWENTY-FOUR

I watch a few teeth come spitting out of Jared's mouth as my fist connects with his jaw, and I smile with triumph. His death is going to be unbelievably fun when I rip it out of him.

Later, with Damien though, not here.

Sam smirks and leans across the table. "You still enjoy forcing yourself on women?" he seethes. Ace smirks, cracking his hands. Jared shakes his head and wipes his gushing mouth. I can see the lie in his hands.

Damien smiles devilishly and leans close to his face. "Ever touch Hanna again, and I'm going to crack your skull open," he growls. I know he said it for me, but I can't help but eye the enemy in his arms.

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