Page 91 of Four Fiances & I

“You think I give a shit about your fucking drugs?”

He stops talking and shakes his head.

“I – I don– I don’t know, sir.”

I squat in front of him, grabbing his hair and pulling it hard so he is forced to look up at me.

“I don’t give two fucks about the drugs you are selling now. What I care about is the payments you take for them.” Letting go of his hair, I stand so I can see them all.

“Where’s Carol? I was told she was waiting for us!” one of the older guys shouts.

“Oh, she’s waiting for you,” I answer, shrugging off my jacket and holding it out for Justin. Once it’s out of the way, I roll up my sleeves. “She is exactly where she belongs.” All eyes are on me, and I know they are realising quickly that they are all about to die.

“For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Christian O’Reilly. The owner of the O’Reilly Fight Club franchise alongside my brothers. Most people know who we are because they know that we take no shit. If you do us wrong, you die. If you hurt innocents, you die. If you sneeze in the wrong direction on my territory, you die.” I walk up and down in front of the six arseholes kneeling on the ground and make sure every one of them looks me in the eyes. Let them see how fucking furious I am and how I have no plans of letting them live.

“What has Carol got to do with you? As I told the prick behind me, I haven’t seen her in years.”

“If you know Carol, then you will remember her daughter.” Each of them pales, which makes my blood boil. “Do you remember her daughter? You should; you used her body as payment for her mother's drugs. Mywife’sbody.”

All six start arguing, declaring their innocence, but I don’t want to hear them.

“SHUT UP!”

They fall deadly silent as they stare at me.

“Do not speak until spoken to!” I roar as my heart rate increases until I can hear it.

“I never touched Jasmine!” my head snaps to the guy with the tattoos on his face. Storming forward, I punch him hard.

“Hold his head!” My guard behind him grabs his head and holds it in place as I pull my flip knife from my pocket. His eyes widen as he tries to fight against my guy, but Justin jumps in to help and the two of them hold him in place.

“You dare say her name!” I growl through gritted teeth. He tries to fight against me, but I hold his jaw open and pull out his tongue. He tries to scream and fight against the three of us. But it is no use. With a few swipes of my knife, I cut through his tongue and throw it onto the ground in front of him. He falls forward as my guys let him go. Blood gushes from his mouth as he groans and cries.

“The next person who even thinks about saying my wife’s name will lose more than their fucking tongue!” I yell, making sure they are all paying attention.

“Don’t even bother trying to lie your way out of this. I have researched each one of you. I have concrete evidence that you abused my wife, some of you starting when she was only seven years old.” I stop in front of a guy I know as Roger Knox. He had a long history with Carol and even lived with her and Jasmine for a while. He was the one who “won” Jasmine's virginity. He took that from not only her, but also me.

Using the tip of my knife, I press it against his forehead and push it, forcing him to look up at me.

“You lived there for a while. How often did you stand there as she begged to be left alone, wanting it all to end? How many times did you violate her tiny body?” I start sliding the knife across his forehead and down his cheek, leaving a trail of blood in its wake.

“I did some fucked up shit I’m not proud of,” he has the nerve to start crying. “I’m sorry; I wish I could take it back.” Before he can say anymore, I stab him through the cheek. He screams in pain, which causes the knife to slice through the skin like butter until it exits through the side of his mouth. His scream worsens, and all I can do is smile.

“I’m sorry. I wish I could take it back,” I mock before laughing, gripping his hair and pulling his head back. “I can't even pretend. You need to pay for what you did, and I will make sure you do.” Throwing his head back, I look at the other five and grin.

“You are all going to pay for hurting my Jasmine.”

ChapterTwenty-Nine

JASMINE

“Do you have to do that in here?” I sigh, looking up from the sofa to see Sean working on his laptop.

“What exactly am I doing, Princess?” he smirks, not looking away from the screen.

“You know exactly what you’re doing. It sounds like you are hitting each key with a hammer.” My head’s pounding, and all I want to do is sleep, but the sound of the keys on his keyboard makes it impossible.

“I thought you didn’t have a hangover?” he teases. The bastard knows exactly how hungover I am. I might have felt fine when I got home, but when I woke up this morning, my mouth felt like a sand pit, and a brass band had decided to take up residency in my head. Not that I would ever admit it, as I often tease them when they are hungover and don’t want the tables turned. I also don’t want them to go into Daddy mode and stop me from going out in the future.

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