Page 158 of Volatile Obsessions

Vic held my stare for a moment before hitching a shoulder and pivoting around. “Suit yourself.”

A couple of minutes passed us by before he finally stalked to his desk and took a seat at the edge. “Please, sit,” he offered, motioning to one of the chairs before him.

Lifting a hand, I shook my head. “I’ll pass. Get on with it, Vic. What do you want?”

“I was going to discuss shutting down Noir Coastsince we obviously don’t need it anymore, but now I’m quite bothered by your shit attitude.” He took a generous sip of his whiskey and set the glass down on a coaster, crossing his arms. “What the hell is your problem?”

The way he said obviously piqued my fucking interest, but I didn’t care enough for him to elaborate. He was probably referring to the fact I’d not done shit lately.

“I’m in a hurry, Vic. Got places to go, people to see.”

“Who, like Lux?” He smirked wittingly.

I nearly went rigid, not expecting him to say that, but managed to remain indifferent in my shock. “You’re joking, right?”

He couldn’t know...

“On the contrary… I haven’t spoken to her personally yet, as I explained earlier, but it’s clear both of you must seem to think I’m an idiot,” he snapped, jerking my head back indignantly.

“You’re cracked, mate. Seriously—what are you going on about?”

Vic sighed irritably and leaned forward slightly, looking me dead in the eye. “I know you’re fucking her.”

Shit.

Him knowing complicated things a hell of a lot more.

“What the fuck?” I barked, trying to play it off still. “I am not—”

“Save it, King. I have you two on tape.”

Everything around me went eerily still as the demon of wrath uncoiled inside me. Fuck it that he knew.

He had us on tape?

“You what?”

Nodding, he started around his desk. “After your little performance at Vybe, I made it a point to hang back in the shadows, to observe from afar hence my frequent absence lately. Evidently, you both forgot Black Widowhas cameras installed both inside and outside the building.” He pulled out three cd’s from one of his drawers and held them up for me to see. “Not to mention the ones I installed in both your homes, and the few I scattered on top of the Panorama.”

This motherfucker...

“You went in my fucking house?!” I seethed, barely containing myself from strangling him.

“You left me no choice,” he sneered, leaning onto the desk. “I trusted you to finish her, to see our plan through, promised you everything you wanted and more, only for you to end up screwing me over. It’s fucked up, Rome. Really fucked up.”

Anddd snap.

There was no controlling it anymore.

I went off like bomb, charging toward him with a savage growl as I cleared his desk, clatters and clangs of all sorts erupting around us from all the items clashing to the ground. My fist collided with his face just once before I gripped the front of his dress shirt and lifted him off his feet.

“You wanna talk about fucked up?” I roared malevolently, throwing him into the wall like tattered doll.

His head hit with a monstrous bang, leaving a mass dent in its wake as his body fell weak.

Seeing him down on the ground awoke every demon I’d tried keeping locking away. I was raging inside, positively vehement.

Even the devil himself couldn’t best me right now.

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