Page 67 of Ruthless God

Do you know how hard it is for me to not punch the bastard for keeping his eyes glued to her?

“Excuse me, I have to go to the ladies’ room.” Lyrical stands up, and I watch her disappear along with the other women until they are out of earshot.

“This is what’s going to happen, you’re going to choose my fiancée’s painting to go inside of the gallery.”

“With all due respect, you don’t tell me what to do,” Carter snaps.

I yank him by the collar, bunching up his shirt.

“With all due disrespect, I did a background check on you, and you’re not married. So you lied to her. I don’t know what your endgame is with my girl, but if you lay a finger on her, or if so much as a hair is out of place on her head, I’ll gut you like a fish. You keep your contact with her to a minimum. Keep your eyes off my fiancée’s breasts or I’ll cut you up into pieces, thendump your remains in the ocean.” I let him go. “Fix your fucking face before she comes back to the table.”

Before he can respond, the girls are back, taking their seats, and Lyrical sits next to me, eyeing me suspiciously, before her eyes go to Carter.

“Is everything all right?” Her tone is skeptical.

I nod and then step on Carter’s shoe under the table.

“Yeah. Um, sure,” Professor Carters says before standing up from the table. “It’s been an evening, but I have to go.” He buttons up his dress jacket. “See you ladies later.”

I watch him make his way to the front entrance.

“I could use a drink, too,” the blonde girl says.

“Me too,” Lyrical agrees. “We’re having a girls’ night for my bachelorette party and you two are welcome to come.”

“Really?” The dark-haired girl’s eyes beam.

“Yes, the more, the merrier.”

I tilt my head to the side. “What bachelorette party?”

“The one Winter is hosting for me. She wants to bring male strippers to serve us drinks in their boxers.”

She’s trying to get a rise out of me because I crashed her dinner. My little fireball loves revenge just as much as I do.

A smirk forms at the corner of her mouth.

I whisper in her ear, “If you allow any man at your party that’s not security, it’s going to be a bloodbath.”

She shrugs her shoulders and rolls her eyes. “And we’re going to have good food too. Men giving us a peep show as well. My friend said she’s only hiring men with big dicks. The best party ever.”

“Punishing you will be so much fun,” I murmur against her temple.

Once dinner is over and we make it home, that’s exactly what I do. Tie her up to the bed and fuck her.

Lyrical

Since Snow won’t let me do things without him when it comes to solving Bailey’s death, I guess I’ll have to sneak behind his back and look for the answers myself. We’re supposed to be a team and work on finding out who Bailey’s boyfriend is together, but he’s not being a team member.

So, I had Winter keep my phone with her and if Snow texts me, she’ll text him back on my behalf. I’m not going to wait around on him.

I understand he’s trying to protect me from harm, but I can take care of myself. I don’t need him to control every aspect of my life. Just in the bedroom.

I met a girl online who worked at the strip club with Bailey, and I told her to meet me on neutral grounds at a park, because I don’t want to meet her on mafia turf, let alone go to a strip club without Snow being present. They are not so kind to outsiders and people asking questions. It’ll put a target on my back.

I sit on a bench, watching people walk along the trails. It’s mid-October and the leaves on the oak trees are bright autumn colors.

I zip up my leather jacket as the cool breeze nips at my cheeks. A woman wearing a trench coat and fishnet stockings, carrying a backpack, waltzes up to me and holds out her hand.

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