Page 56 of Rage's Heart

Chad shook his head as he stepped away from Killer. “No. No problem. Uh, where’s Sarah?”

“Helping Mac pack,” Dread supplied, clearly enjoying the way Chad squirmed under his stare. “She’s moving in with Rage.”

The weasel dick motherfucker with a patchy beard who came in with Chad snorted. “Seriously? That hot bitch is shacking up with you?”

I turned my attention to him, letting my expression darken. “The fuck you just say?”

Chad’s friend blanched, backpedaling immediately. “No, man. No disrespect. Your bitch is hot.”

My jaw tightened. This little fucknut calling my woman a bitch made me want to rearrange his face.

Dread must have caught the shift in my mood because he stepped slightly closer, a silent reminder to keep my shit together.

“Why don’t you two fuck off somewhere else while we work?” he suggested, his tone deceptively light.

Chad sneered, some of his courage returning now that he was standing next to his buddy. “Last I checked, this is still Sarah’s apartment too. I’ve got every right to be here.”

I started to take a step when Mac and Sarah emerged from the bathroom, arms full of girl shit. Mac’s steps faltered when she saw Chad, her expression cooling noticeably.

“Chad,” she said flatly.

“Mac,” he shot back, his eyes traveling over her in a way that made my blood boil. “Heard you’re moving out. Can’t say I’m sorry to see you go.”

Sarah’s head snapped toward him, her expression hardening. “Chad! What is wrong with you?”

Mac ignored him completely, walking straight past to set her things in one of the empty boxes. She was trying not to let him see that he got to her but I noted the tension in her shoulders. Taking a deep breath, she lifted her chin, her pride covering her discomfort.

Fuck that.

I was going to gut this fucker for making my woman uncomfortable.

“Killer, take that box to the truck,” I said calmly, never taking my eyes off Chad. “Baby, why don’t you grab your stuff from the kitchen?”

She glanced between me and Chad, realizing that I was really close to blowing a fucking gasket. Once she was out of earshot, I crossed the room, backing Chad against the wall.

Pure fucking terror flashed across his face as I leaned in close so only he could hear me.

“If I ever catch you looking at my woman like that again,” I murmured, keeping my voice low, “I’ll cut your fucking eyes out and feed them to you. Understand?”

His face went deathly white. “I—I wasn’t—“ he stammered, trying to backpedal.

“Shut up,” I cut him off. “Nod if you understand me, motherfucker.”

He nodded jerkily, sweat beading on his forehead.

I smiled darkly. “Good boy.”

Stepping back, I patted his cheek hard enough to sting before moving back to where Dread was standing with an amused grin on his face.

“Shit,” Chad’s friend muttered, his own face having gone several shades lighter.

“Come on, Tommy,” Chad said, his voice pitched higher than normal. “Let’s go somewhere else.”

Good fucking idea.

They practically tripped over each other in their rush to get the hell out of Dodge.

“You scared the piss out of those two,” Dread and Killer chuckled. “Surprised they didn’t leave a wet trail on the carpet on their way out.”

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