Page 60 of Tyrant

“Not every night,” Des says. “Every other night. Or every third night. Keep the fucking whore guessing.”

Des reaches down and touches Serafina’s face. My right hand swings before I know it’s happening. In fact, for a split second I thought it was someone else smashing their fist against Des’s face. I hit him so hard, he falls on the table, on top of Serafina.

I grab the back of his shirt and pull him off myclaimed one. Des spins and punches me. His fist against my jaw makes me step back but I don’t stumble. Fuck that.

Des and I go for one another. Both of us throwing punches

“Enjoy my wife,” Des whispers at one point.

“Fuck you,” I growl with each punch I throw.

I feel an electric jolt to the right back side of my body and I lose feeling in my arms and legs. A second later I’m on the ground, tense and trying to scream but can’t.

Next to me, Des flops around like a fish thrown out of a tank. That’s when I realize Sin is standing over Des with a fucking cattle prod at the middle of his back.

Luc stands over me with the same damn thing jammed against my right side. A fucking cattle prod. That’s what it takes to break up a fight between Des and me.

“Stand them up,” Luc orders.

Sin and Mac pull Des to his feet. Peri and Vic do the same to me. My body is jumpy from all the volts but I’m ready for more.

“Don’t ever fucking touch her,” I spit at Des. “She’s mine. Myclaimed one. I’ll say it in front of everyone here. You touch her again and I will fucking kill you.I will fucking kill you!”

I roar like a lion.

Luc touches my shoulder. “This is not the time nor the place. This is not how we do this.”

“He fucking touched myclaimed one,” I say. “I don’t give a fuck about any rules.”

“Tyrant, that’s enough,” Luc barks at me.

He then eyes Des.

Des stands there, bloody mouth, swollen jaw, still fucking smiling, thinking he’s got something over on me. Maybe he fucking does. No matter what happens, I have to hand Serafina over to him.

Goddamn…

“The two of you are working afantasytomorrow night,” Luc says.

“The fuck I am,” I growl. “I refuse to let myclaimed oneout of my sight. Someone is after her.”

“Don’t speak back to me like that, Tyrant,” Luc says.

Luc points at Sin and nods. Peri and Vic hold my arms tighter.

“Sorry, brother,” Peri whispers to me.

There’s no need to be sorry.

Luc sits on the throne. He’s as close to thelegionas any of us. Sin is handed a set of brass knuckles. He slides them over his fingers and punches me in the face one time. There’s only so much a human can take.

In reality, one punch can absolutely kill the biggest of men. My knees give out and Peri and Vic hold me up from collapsing. My head wavers a little and I regain my full capabilities in a few seconds.

“Fantasy,” Luc says. “Tomorrow night. Now everyone have a drink and then we’ll watch Tyrant carry his claimed back to his place.”

Drinks are passed around and then when it’s time, I scoop Serafina up and hold her in my arms. I walk her from thePergback to my place, where I place her down into my bed and kiss her forehead.

I then go into the bathroom and look at my face. A little beat up but not bad at all. I stare at my reflection and shake my head.

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