Page 42 of Lovers Fate

“What are you going to do?” Rachel asks, her voice quivering in anticipation. “You didn’t warn me that if I brought her, I would have to witness someone getting hurt.”

“You’ll get paid,” I assure her. “You got her here, and you’ve done a good job keeping an eye on her at the club.”

“Who is she to you anyway?” Rachel asks inquisitively. “Why her?”

“I don’t kiss and tell, sweetheart. Run alongside the rest of your friends and have fun. Tickets are on me.”

She gives me a nervous look, then turns her gaze to the guy strapped to the chair with the look of fear in his eyes.The smell of piss causes her to wrinkle her nose in disgust. “You guys are a bunch of freaks.”

I look up at the ceiling. “Don’t piss me off, Rach. You know what happens when I do. Now. Get The Fuck Out.”

She doesn’t need to be told twice and scampers off rushing from the room to meet her friends, one of them currently fucking one of the guys in the next room.

I wait until Kaden shuts the door. I flip the chair in front of him and straddle the seat. “Now where were we, Bastien?”

“She’s blond.” He closes his eyes, telling me from memory. “Her tits are high and perky. Her shorts are so short that you can see where her ass cheeks meet the back of her thigh. Her face…” he pauses.

“Go on,” I urge, tapping the bat against the wooden arm of his chair, causing him to squirm.

“She’s hot. You can’t forget a face like that.”

“One look,” I press.

“One look and you’re a goner, man. Now let me outta here. I didn’t touch her. If she’s your girl or something, I’m sorry.” His voice cracks from screaming.

“Here’s a little riddle. Let’s see how stupid you are. What happens to little boys with small cocks who stick their hands inside the cookie jar?”

“I don’t know,” he stutters.

“Hold your hands out, Bastien,” I instruct, getting up. He does it and looks up. “This is going to hurt.”

I get up and swing the bat, hearing the crunch of bone followed by his pathetic screams.

“Ahhhh! Shit,” he cries louder in agony. “Shit,” he whines, then blinks hard, staring at his fingers in awkward angles. “It fucking hurts!”

Kaden steps forward eagerly. I toss him the bat. “Finish him.” Kaden nods and cuts his eyes toward Bastien. “That was a preview. This is going to hurt like hell.”

I walk out of the room, shutting the door, silencing Bastien’s agonizing cries for mercy.

“She’s here,” Dahlia says, walking up to me dressed in her costume, making sure she pushes her breasts against her corset.

“I know.”

“Why bring her, Draco?” she asks more in an accusation.

“I don’t want to talk about this right now. It has nothing to do with you.”

She places a hand on my arm. I look down at her hand like it’s diseased. “But I thought you didn’t believe.”

I look away sharply, staring at the door where Kaden is torturing one of my employees because he touched her. Because his intent was to fuck her when she wasn’t his to fuck. “I said, ‘I don’t want to talk about it.’”

I couldn’t erase the look in Athena’s eyes from the video surveillance. She was uncomfortable, but there was a look that crossed her features. Something familiar. Something that brought a protective instinct inside me. The same feeling I had the night when that asshole was following her in the Tesla.

“I can see it in your eyes, Draco. You want her.” She sighs like she lost a bet. “Just fuck her and come back to me.”

It’s not that simple. Nothing involving Athena is simple. I’ve already killed one man. Now another is going to suffer the same fate, and I don’t know why, but all I know is it has to be done.Athena seems to attract predators, and I can’t shake the feeling the man inside that room is one of them.

My gaze falls on her heavily makeup-coated face, which resembles a seductive zombie. Dahlia is beautiful and seductive, and I hate that she wastes her time hoping one day I would change my mind. “Who said I would go back to you?”

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