Page 197 of Kissing the Villain

“I want to see the trick she does with her tongue,” another Knight said.

Rage bubbled up inside me, spinning out of control. Any minute, I would lose my fucking mind. Kill someone—all of them.

“The next person to mention Alex’s pussy gets a bullet in the skull.” I reached for the gun on the table beside me. “Don’t fucking test me. Not tonight.”

I glanced around the room. Dozens of eyes were on me, observing me like a monkey in a cage. I felt like a fucking animal.

“If anyone else wants to say something, fucking say it.”

Drake drank from a bottle of Heineken, his eyes on me. “We should talk about putting a tracking device on Alex. She’s going to run after this.”

“I’ll fix it,” I assured him. “Her pretty ass isn’t going anywhere. Trust me.”

“As a precaution,” Drake countered. “We can’t afford to take any chances.”

I nodded.

“She’s too important to us… and The Founders Society.”

“We’re not having this conversation in mixed company, Battle.”

He knew better than to bring up sensitive information in front of whores. They’d all signed non-disclosure agreements, but I didn’t trust anyone.

“Think about it,” Drake insisted.

“Enough.” I waved him off. “We can talk tomorrow.”

I had to fix this mess.

Some Knights went back to fucking the Alex lookalikes. Most of them had different hair colors, but all the girls had the same curvy bodies, plump lips, and curly hair. I did that purposefully to make it harder to tell the girls apart. I thought I would find Alex in time, but I fucked up. None of the Knights were supposed to fuck her if they captured her.

Fucking Marcello.

That asshole.

Pain ripped through my chest, squeezing my heart so fucking hard I struggled to catch my breath. It nearly killed me seeing her on top of Marcello. She wore his red tie around her neck, her big tits bouncing in his face, his hands on her ass.

Mine.

She was fucking mine.

And I chased her away.

Again.

Because you’re a piece of shit.

You never deserved her.

Kali shook her head as our eyes met from across the room. Naked, with her pale skin covered in bruises, she glared at me. She was thin, too bony for me. I liked girls with an ass to grab, tits to fuck.

When we first met, Alex was skinny like Kali. But after she escaped her psychopathic mother, she put some meat on her bones. I loved Alex’s body and worshiped her whenever we were together.

And she left me.

For my brother.

It’s your fault, asshole.

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