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His mouth drops open, eyes darting to our connection, and it isn't long before he follows me right over the edge.

Chapter 20

Jersey

Thanks to the information Casper relayed to me, I don't have to wait outside of Smokin' Gunslingers very long.

The western-themed dinner-and-a-show business has several performances a night, and Casper somehow discovered that Scott Wilson always leaves before the second and third shows. This put his appearance at Catalyst right around the same time Caitlyn has been starting her scene. He's a creature of habit, and that's one thing he has going for him right now because it limits my time away from Caitlyn.

Watching him step outside of the building without so much as the need to look around makes me want to approach him and ram his head into the side of the wall. Driving by last night left Caitlyn looking every which way as she took a step out onto her front porch when she was leaving her house to go to her appointment with Eli earlier. I know she's fearful, and I think that even if I wiped this man's existence from the face of the earth and proved that he could never hurt her, she'd still be afraid, and for good reason, I guess.

Women arealways in danger of becoming victims. They're seen by most as the weaker sex, someone who could readily be overpowered by someone who wants to hurt them.

I hate that I sometimes see women in the same light, but instead of wanting to exert my power, I want to protect them. The ones who deserve protection anyway.

I grin when I see Scott Wilson sporting a black eye from the hit he took last night. The only thing that would make it better is if I had centered my punch a little better and broken his nose. That way, he'd have two black eyes.

Inwardly, I wonder what he told his staff when he got to work today to explain away his injury. Hell, even better, I wonder what he told his wife last night when he got home.

The movement of my feet, which carry me out of the shadows, draws his attention, but he doesn't look concerned until the streetlamp lights my face.

"The fuck do you want, asshole?" he asks with more bravado than a man should, considering our size difference.

I'd be a fool to think that his smaller stature would prevent him from hurting a woman like Caitlyn.

"Heading to Catalyst, Scott?" I ask, leaning against his car door so he can't enter it.

Casper was very thorough with this man's information. I know where he lives, where he works, what he drives, and I even know the address of the apartment he keeps in town where he takes the women he doesn't want his wife to know about.

His eyes narrow at the fact that I know his first name.

"What's it to you?"

"What would Iris think about you spending all your time at a sex club?"

"Who the fuck are you?" he asks, taking a half step forward but cowering back some when I stand to my full height.

"What about Scott Jr. or Dean?" I continue, letting him know that I know much more than just his first name.

"What do you want?" he snaps, his voice a little less sure now.

"I want you to stay the fuck away from my girl," I growl, unwilling to give this piece of shit her name.

He's all too aware of exactly who I'm speaking about.

"Your whore you mean?"

I inch closer to the piece of shit, and instant regret fills his eyes. But instead of changing positions on the matter, the idiot doubles down.

"What kind of man lets his woman get strapped to a cross while others touch her?"

"The kind that's going to pound you into the fucking ground if you so much as make a reference to her one more time."

He opens his mouth but thinks better of it.

"One more glance in her direction, one more trip past her house, and I'm coming for you, asshole," I threaten as I get within an inch of his face. "And believe me when I say, no one will find your fucking body."

He looks well and truly terrified when I step back, so I consider my threat received before walking back to my motorcycle.

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