Page 38 of Vengeful Lies

She snaps at me. “Do you?—”

I shove her against the wall with my hand around her throat. She doesn’t seem surprised if the knife at my balls is any indicator. She lets the tip of it dig into my inner thigh. My cock twitches, thinking about her tracing lines into my skin. My gaze drops to those fuckable lips. The way they part and her hot breath mingles with my own.

I want her.

This fiancée of mine needs to be taught lessons.

Punished in a way only I can deliver.

My blood is pumping with adrenaline as our lips inch closer.

The urge to take her and make her mine courses through my veins.

She smells of alcohol so strongly I can almost taste it on my own tongue.

“Jealous much?” she snarls.

“I don’t share,” I bite back, unable to contain the fury swirling within me. There’s an underlying emotion driving itthat I don’t entirely understand but refuse to look further into. “You won’t pull this little stunt again, do you hear me?”

She hiccups, her throat bobbing under my tight grip. “You don’t own me.”

“I do in every sense of the word unless you want more people to die around you. We’re not playing anymore. You are my fiancée, and youwillbe obedient.”

She laughs hysterically as if the wordobedientitself puts her in a delirium.

“Jewel?” Her friend’s voice slips from the door. She’s in shock. “I’m going to go home.”

I angle my head toward her and the man at her side. Hawke is standing behind them, efficient and effective in his threats and damage control. Ford has most likely bought out the owner for their silence and explained the consequences if any of this were to leak.

Jewel remains silent, her mouth opening and closing as if she can’t seem to think of what to say. When her friend begins to walk out, Jewel pins me with a glare. “If you so much as touch her…”

“I never wanted to be here in the first place.” I sneer at her. “You did this.”

She scoffs and pushes at my hand. I roll my shoulders and step back, uncomfortable with not touching her. It’s as if I have to leave my mark. Make her truly understand who she belongs to now.

“Emotional warfare doesn’t work on me, asshole.” She hiccups.

“We had an agreement,” I grit.

She pops one hand casually on her hip. “I conveyed to you that I don’t do well with being told what to do.”

“Then you better learn pretty fucking quickly. Now, get in the car.”

A wild storm brews in her eyes as she weighs her options. But I am not to be trifled with right now. On other occasions, I was lenient with her; some might even call me kind. But right now, I will have my way, no matter what.

It’s as if she recognizes that because she mumbles a complaint under her breath as she walks to the front door, with a slight sway to her step.

Hawke gives her a sympathetic expression but says nothing as I pocket my gun and follow my stubborn fiancée.

CHAPTER 20

Jewel

Adrenaline courses through me as my mind tries to wrap itself around what just happened. Perhaps other women would be horrified by what they just witnessed, but I’d become desensitized to death a long time ago.

I wasn’t even having a good time, and the evening was lackluster at best. I hate to admit it, but the asshole knows how to make an entrance. It wasn’t fair to involve Sage and the guys, though. I didn’t think he would act so crazy that he’d happily waltz into a restaurant and gun down whoever he pleases. I’ll definitely have to make it up to Sage and offer to at least pay for her therapy. And this confirms one thing: he’s watching me.

He doesn’t so much as look at me as he opens the passenger door. His scent has deep earthy notes. I don’t like the way it does something to my brain; it brings me back to only moments ago when he had me pinned against the wall, and I’m almost certain he was going to kiss me. And I’m ashamed of my lack of fight.

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