Page 174 of Pucking Obsessed

“What?” Heine stalks closer, attempting to straighten his broken wing. “If you do anything to me or make thisincidentpublic, then I’ll exposeyoursecrets. After all, we’re in your playroom, Mr. D’Angelo. This was just a night of kinky fun.Remember what I saw you doing in the woods both with the coach’s daughter and your young star player. I’m your boss still. Don’t let’s be boring about this. I don’t want to have to burn everything down.”

I leap off the bed toward Heine, and he stumbles back a step. “I’ll burn you.”

“How about no one’s a pyromaniac?” D’Angelo suggests. “We can come to a deal.”

I twirl around in shock. “A deal? After what he did? Why don’t I just…?”

“Ifkillis the next word in your sentence, then my plan is better.”

Unlikely.

I cross my arms, glowering at Heine.

Heine licks his lips, nervously. “Talk.”

“I don’t take orders,” D’Angelo replies.

Heine ducks his head. “You don’t take orders. You don’t give them. You don’t love.”

“I love,” D’Angelo says, quietly. “I love so much that I was prepared to let you doanythingto me. I’d have died if it kept the people I love safe.”

I knew that D’Angelo was the right man for my twin. Shay has made himself vulnerable with D’Angelo, giving him his soul.

But D’Angelo is prepared to protect him like I am.

I never thought that I’d find anyone else who’d care for my twin in that way. It makes something inside me unwind and relax for the first time in my life.

I can risk loving Robyn and living my own life because I know that Shay truly has someone else in his corner now.

Heine’s face flushes with rage, even as his lip trembles. “Stop it. Stop talking about those nobodies. Trash.I’m right here. Why won’t you fucking see me?”

“I see you.” D’Angelo presses on a raised whip mark, which curls from his back onto his neck and hisses in pain. “I wish that I’dseenyou earlier, Charles. This time, however, you’ve crossed the line in a way that there’s no coming back from. I’m covered in bruises. There are witness accounts of the drugging and kidnapping.”

Heine waves his hand. “I can claim it was consensual.”

“You can’t,” I reply. “We have the remains of the wine. It’ll be tested. What do you think will be found?”

Heine becomes ashen. “Sure, then I’ll take you down with me.”

D’Angelo grips onto the side of the bed and with extreme effort pulls himself to his feet.

It’s obvious that he needs to regain the control.

I move to steady him and allow him to lean on me.

D’Angelo is shaking but he straightens his shoulders. “You’ve been scaring me with shadow monsters for weeks. Your fear tactics aren’t going to work any longer. You can create a scandal or take our careers, but we can fucking ruin you. How will your dad react to these stories? How will a pretty, young, entitled brat like you survive in prison?”

The way that Heine recoils like he never expected D’Angelo to call his bluff or threaten him is satisfying.

Heine twists away, hugging his arms around himself. “You have an efficient PA, but I have efficient lawyers.”

“Not efficient enough. Want to take that risk?”

Across the smoke filled room, which is flooded with red light, I stare at the billionaire club owner who has held our lives in his hands.

Now, he looks small and unsure.

Beaten.

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