Page 16 of Ruthless God

I nick his neck, drawing blood, making it known I’m not fucking around with his ass.

“Put the knife do—”

“Shut up, Jameson,” I grit, keeping my eyes glued to Irvin.

Keanu stands in my direct view with his arms folded across his chest, smirking. Standing next to him is Jameson watching me as if I lost my mind.

Irvin has no sense of bro code and sleeps with any damn body, he doesn’t care who he hurts. Last year, he fucked Jameson’s married mother without so much as a care in the world. I hate Lyrical but she’s going to be my wife, so I have to protect her. I definitely don’t want his slimy fingers near her pussy. I don’t want him breathing the same air as her.

“Let me go, fucker.” His voice is hoarse and raspy.

His eyes veer to Jameson and Keanu, but they stay quiet.

God can’t save him for what I’m about to do to him.

“If you don’t answer my question, I’m going to cut your vocal cords out of your throat.” I push the knife harder, watching bright blood slowly drip down his tan throat.

“She wanted to hook her friend up with Irvin,” Jameson answers.

I look over to him, and Irvin knocks the blade from my hand, placing his palms around my throat, and I laugh. “Go right ahead and do it,” I taunt.

He can’t hurt me. He knows it, and I know it. He needs me as much as I need him to run the American Billionaire Club oncewe graduate. The difference between Irvin and I, I would risk my livelihood to keep Lyrical safe even if I hate her at this moment.

“I should fuck her. Burst her cherry. I wonder, does she have a certain kink like her friend does?” he whispers in my ear, squeezing tight and cutting off my airway.

His words send me over the edge as pure rage courses through my veins.

He’s saying it to get a rise out of me, to get under my skin, and it’s working. I wish I didn’t care if he were to fuck her.

Letting me go, he shoves me to the ground and kicks me in the chin, causing a burning sensation to shoot up my jaw.

When I jump up to my feet, my fist connects with his left eye, and I grab a fistful of his hair and drag his ass against the concrete. Irvin screams at the top of his lungs for me to let him go as he punches me in the gut, but I don’t let go despite the excruciating pain burning inside of me. Forcibly, I dump his head underwater in the pool, letting the chlorine burn his nostrils.

Boy do I wish I can blow his brains out.

When I bring his head up for air, he coughs and gags, swallowing for air.

“This will be the last time you will mention ever taking my future wife’s virginity,” I scream in his ear, dumping his head back underwater.

He continues to fight, and several minutes later, his arms go limp.

“Let him go, Revi.”

I glance up, and my father stares down at me with disappointment stretched across his face.

Jameson and Keanu grab Irvin, performing CPR on him, and several seconds later, Irvin coughs up water.

My father ushers me to his Porsche and his driver opens the car door. I slide inside, yanking the seat belt over my body.

Why is he here? I’m not in trouble with school and I’m passing all my classes with flying colors. I already bought my tux for the engagement ball, so the only reason I can conclude he’s here is to make an appearance, and he wants to make sure he looks good in the public eye to keep up the image that we get along with each other.

Growing up, my father never showed me love. Bailey and my mother received hugs and affection while I was in the dark, but I see how he acts toward the other men in my family, and he doesn’t show them love either, so I stopped taking it personally. I can’t think of a time my father ever hugged me and told me he loved me.

I lean my head against the crisp leather seat, taking in the scenery of North Haven town. People walk the streets filled with tall palm trees and skyscrapers made out of glass fiber.

The silence stretches between us until my voice fills the car. “Where are we going?”

“Ocean Front. I’m in town for a week to check on your mom, then I’m off on a business trip in New York City.”

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