Page 175 of Pucking Obsessed

Standing with D’Angelo, I never believed that I’d have a boss and…brother…like him.

He’s strong and he makes me feel stronger as well.

Even after a traumatic night like tonight, D’Angelo is working out the strategy to protect all of us, as well as the Bay Rebels.

He’s a true leader.

Heine turns back to face D’Angelo.

His eyes are flat and hard, as if he hasn’t been crying. “I’ll have your killer PA charged for trying to murder me. He’s younger than me and pretty too. How do you thinkhe’lldo in prison?”

D’Angelo tenses, and for the first time, looks panicked.

He opens his mouth and then snaps it shut like he doesn’t know what to say.

I evenly meet Heine’s smug look. “Prison won’t be the worse place I’ve been locked up. It’ll be worth it, as long as you’re punished too. What if we’re cellmates?”

My expression is darkly dangerous.

Heine backs up, hitting the wall.

He shudders. “Keep him away from me.”

D’Angelo casts me an impressed look, before laughing. “No promises. And by the way, I have good lawyers too. We both know that since Eden came here to rescue me, he would never be charged. You’re the criminal.”

Heine’s shoulders slump. He slips down to the floor.

His hair hangs over his face, as he hugs his knees. “What do you want?”

“That’s more like it. Was that so hard?” D’Angelo struggles to walk closer, and I help him to make each painful step. He’s breathing hard, but his eyes gleam with triumph. “I’m taking out a restraining order against you. This will be the last time that we meet, you speak to me, or we have any contact, or I’ll go to the cops.”

Heine looks up, as if D’Angelo has just slapped him. “You don’t mean that. You can’t. Please, Sir…”

“Don’t call me that,” D’Angelo snarls. “I’m going to spread the word to have you banned and blacklisted across the kink community globally. I’ll make sure that you don’t abuse anothersiragain.”

“Asshole,” Heine howls, mask slipping. “You can’t do that.”

“Watch me.” D’Angelo stares down mercilessly at Heine.

“You said a deal,” Heine says, desperately.

“I don’t go to the cops, and you stay away from my lovers and me,” D’Angelo answers. “You keep our secrets. But also, since you hate living with your dad so much, I have a solution.”

Heine’s eyes flicker with hope. “I knew that you cared about me.”

I watch D’Angelo with respect like waiting for a wolf in an ambush about to tear out their prey’s throat.

“Enough to remind you that your company has significant investments in Germany.” There’s a fiendish gleam in D’Angelo’s eyes. “You hold dual citizenship via your mom, right? Why don’t you have fun playing with your business there? You sell it to your dad that you finally want to become serious about the family business. You say that you’re eager to run the European branch.”

Smart.

Heine’s face crumples.

“You really don’t want to see me again.” He sounds devastated. “You’re sending me out of the country. Exiling me.”

“Dramatic,” I mutter.

“You did that when you attacked and threatened my lovers.” D’Angelo’s expression is devilish under the red lights. He leans his arm against the wall, pinning Heine with his intense gaze. “You want an escape, and I want you gone. Did you think that you could abuse me without consequences? Isn’t this what youwanted, a reaction? Well, now you’ve got one. What’s wrong? Can’t handle it?”

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