Page 109 of By His Rule

“Outside. Turn right.”

“Coming.”

Without another word to our head of security that I was having a discussion with, I turn and race from the room which is, thankfully, on the ground floor of Callahan Enterprises.

I’m halfway through reception when I see her.

When I see him.

Anger burns through me, and it only gets worse when I see his hand on her.

Shoving more than a couple of our employees out of the way, I race the short distance down the sidewalk with fury like I haven’t felt in a long fucking time, bubbling just under the surface.

I see red when she tries to get out of his hold but is unable to.

Asshole has no fucking right to lay a finger on her.

My fist is curled and my muscles are pulled tight, ready for the hit I know is coming long before I reach them.

He doesn’t see me approaching—he’s too focused on trying to make her listen to him—so my punch comes as a massive shock.

Thankfully, he releases her arm before he crashes into the window behind him.

“Fuck,” he barks, covering half of his face with his hand like a fucking pussy.

“Get up,” I demand as I loom over him.

My breathing is erratic, and my fist fucking hurts, but it won’t stop me from doing it again.

Motherfucker deserves it for what he’s done to her.

Yeah, after their exchange on Friday night, I made sure to get all the details from King.

The jerk is fucking scum.

“Dude, what the fuck?” he seethes.

“The fuck? The fuck is that you’re man-handling a woman who doesn’t want anything to fucking do with you. If you’re man enough to lay a hand on her, then you’re man enough to stand up to me.”

“Leave it,” Lorelei snaps, but I’m not having any of it.

There’s movement and noise behind me, the thought of this whole thing being filmed and put online should stop me.

But it doesn’t.

Instead, I step forward, ready to drag the asshole to his feet if he doesn’t get on them willingly.

“Get. The. Fuck. Up.”

“Kian, please. Just leave it. He isn’t worth it.”

“You can fucking say that again.”

Thankfully, the jerk pushes to his feet and holds my stare.

I’m about to throw another punch when I’m suddenly hauled backward.

“Get the fuck out of here,” a deep voice barks from behind me.I’ve no idea if he’s talking to me or the crowd that’s predictably gathered.

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