Page 109 of Traitor

She looked so fucking beautiful when he picked her up. There's a black swirl of emotions in my chest. I know she has the right to date anyone she wants. Do anything she wants. I know I lost her that night and that I have no right to feel the way I feel. But I can't stop.

My thoughts are all over the place when I see him kiss her. That. Fucker. Kisses. Her. My heart breaks. My soul shatters. Anger takes over my mind. My vision goes black. The beast inside me snaps its chains and takes control. He fucking kissed her. My woman! I've known she's been seeing that Griffin fuck. I've swallowed that bitter pill. But seeing this asshole kiss her with my own two eyes? I snap. I fucking snap.

I don't even get the chance to move and do something stupid before she grips his balls like a vice. I wince. The fucker practically levitates, standing on his toes from sheer pain.

I get ready to step in, to rip him apart if he even breathes wrong. But he doesn't. He gets the message. Turns and flees like the weasel he is.

Good.

Not good enough.

I climb onto my bike and go after him.

The roads are empty this time of night. The kind of empty that ensures no one will see. No one will hear.

When I get close enough, I pull out my gun and take the shot. One of his back tires explodes, rubber shredding. His truck swerves, loses control, skids to a stop.

Perfect.

I'm already off my bike, a monster riding me, demanding blood.

I rip the driver's side door open.

Knife out. Seatbelt cut.

I drag him out, tossing him onto the pavement like the trash he is.

He barely scrambles, his face pale, eyes wide with fear.

I grin. Maniacal. Deadly.

"You put your filthy fucking lips on my woman."

He stammers, voice shaking. "Wha-what? Temperance? She's single! What are you doing, man?"

"She might be single, but she's still mine." I crouch over him, pressing my boot to his chest, keeping him exactly where I want him.

I twist the blade in my hand. "And she didn't want you touching her, did she?"

He tries to crawl back, but I press down harder. He's not going anywhere.

"No, no, she, she stopped me, man—"

My voice is a growl, guttural, laced with nothing but promise. "And I'll make sure you never try that shit again."

His body starts trembling. He tries to fight me off, but he's too weak. Too slow.

I trap him beneath me, pin his arms under my knees, wrap my hand around his throat. I squeeze hard, enough to make him wheeze.

The blade in my right hand sings. I cut his shirt right through the middle. And then I carve the word into his chest, slow and deep.

NO

By the time I'm done, he's sobbing.

Pathetic.

He whispers the same word over and over again.Please. Please. Please.

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