Page 58 of Pitiful Lies

I give him a shake and drag him and his friends with me to the side door.

Luc and Nico are with me. The three of us toss them into the alley like the trash they are.

The women are safe. My men are watching them now. But this garbage needs to be taught a lesson.

“You fucking touched my wife,” Luc rages.

“What? No! We didn’t touch anyone’s wife, man!”

“You know who we are?” Nico asks, and he sounds calm, which is a really bad fucking thing.

“Do you know who I am? I work for the mayor!”

I zero in on that guy. He was the one who tried to touch Giselle.

My Koukla.

“Look, we were just dancing with some sluts?—”

That is all it takes. I am on that man faster than Nico or Luc can move. I hit him in the jaw, and he crashes to the floor.

But I pick him up.

He tried to touch what’s mine.

And I hit him again.

He called her a slut.

I hear his nose crunch, and I know it’s broken. But it’s not enough.

This time a few teeth dribble out of his mouth along with a stream of crimson.

It’s a deep, rich color.

I think of Giselle, and how pretty she looks in red.

She is so damn beautiful. And good. Too good for a guy like this to try to paw at her when she’s just trying to let loose with friends.

One more hit and his jaw breaks.

“Stop! He’s gonna kill him,” one of the other guys screams.

But it sounds like he’s getting punched now, too.

By Luc or Nico, I don’t know.

All I know is anyone touching our women will get treated to this, or worse.

Because we are the motherfucking Vipers. And no one fucks with what’s ours.

“He’s done,” I grunt, and drop him like the deadweight he is.

I don’t know if he’s alive. And I don’t care.

I hear whimpering and sniffles. So, some of them are still alive. That’s good.

They’ll spread the word.

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