Page 75 of Ruthless God

I get up from the chair, turning my back to him.

“You’ve got until the end of the semester,” he reminds me.

I turn around, trying to keep my cool and not bash his skull in, attempting not to murder my own father out of pure rage, but we don’t need another scandal. If I kill him, his friend who works for the DA would bury me in prison, and the other owners of the club won’t take too kindly to me killing him. I need to find a way around it. I go up to him, grab him by the collar of his shirt, and slam him against the glass wall behind him.

“I said fucking no.”

He cocks an eyebrow. “You’re getting bold.”

“What? You’re not going to strike me like you did before, because this time I’m not going to be so kind. The last time I held off was because you’re my father, but I’ll kill you if you go anywhere near Lyrical.”

Rage grows in his orbs. “You would choose a bitch over your own family?”

I showed him my weakness, and he knows that Lyrical is my Achilles’ heel, but I don’t care.

“Yes. I’ll choose her over you. Fuck you, Revi.”

He shoves me off him.

“Listen to me carefully, son. You have two options. You kill her or I kill you both. The choice is up to you.”

Lyrical

The club is so loud I can’t hear myself think. Lilac and Winter decided to throw me a bachelorette party at the club, and I have so many guards posted, watching me like a hawk, and Snow wouldn’t tell me the reason why I need a security detail around me. He said there may be a new threat arising and he is being precautious. I think he’s hiding something from me but doesn’t want me to worry.

“What’s with the security?” Lilac asks, before sipping her beverage.

She wears a black halter neck dress with matching heels, and her hair is tied up in a neat bun.

Nothing gets past her.

I shrug. “It’s for extra protection. Snow hired them.”

The music is so loud my chest vibrates along with the beat, and lights flash from green to orange to blue. I dance with Winter and Lilac, and the girls from the dinner with Professor Carter the other night can’t make it. It’s like they all disappeared. When I asked Professor Carter about them, he told me onedropped his class because he wouldn’t sleep with her, and the other one transferred to another institution because her family couldn’t keep up with the tuition fees.

Shaking my head, I head to the bar and I ask for a Long Island iced tea. I watch the barman pour a glass, then hand it to me. I down most of it and slam the glass onto the bartop.

A guy sits next to me, flashing me his pearly white teeth. He’s beautiful, with dark hair and big brown eyes. He wears a beige suit with a black tie. I don’t want any of the security to report to Snow that I’m talking to him, or any guy for that matter, because it will be a bloodbath. I fucked up when I kissed Melvin, and I don’t want him to send me another body part. I got the hint. I need to stay away from the opposite sex, so I leave the bar.

When I make my way back to Lilac, I bump into someone, and the guy looks familiar. The scar across his face…

My heart hammers in my chest, and I feel bile rising to the back of my throat. I place my hand over my chest, because it’s hard for me to breathe, so I clutch my dress.

He looks like the cop who pulled me over on the night of the car accident, but that can’t be right… because it didn’t happen, it was all in my head.

No, it can’t be him. That wasn’t real. My mind is playing tricks on me.

Someone taps me on the shoulder, and I turn to see it’s Snow staring down at me, but when I turn back around, the cop guy disappears into thin air.

“What’s wrong? You look like you just saw a ghost,” Snow asks, gently stroking my chin.

I would tell Snow who I thought I saw, but I don’t want to sound crazy, and I’m exhausted. Knowing Snow, he would have looked into it if I asked him to, but I don’t want to waste his time chasing someone who is fictional.

I need fresh air, so I head straight to the back door, straight into the alley where there isn’t anyone outside. I lean my back against the brick wall, trying to catch my breath, slowly inhaling and exhaling, so I can lower my heart rate. Snow and one of his guards follow me out back.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m fine,” I say.

Snow places both arms above my head, caging me in, and I inhale a heavy dose of his masculine cologne. “Are you sure? Did the guy at the bar say something to you?”

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