Page 63 of Reckless Promises

Daniel: He’s here

Good.

After I came down from the feeling of fucking my wife for the first time tonight, all I could think about was the man who made her upset at the party. The man who made her feel like she’s not safe in her own home. The man who marked her skin like he had the right to touch her.

And now I’ve got him.

Climbing out of bed, I slip on my sweatpants and tuck my phone in my pocket.

Odette’s breathing steadily, so she doesn’t hear me get up. She’s deep in sleep—trusting that I’ll keep her out of harms way when she’s in our space.

I don’t remember if I’ve ever felt that kind of peace or trust in another person. And after eight years of running a top-rated security company, I learned never to get too comfortable. That’s when they come for you.

Walking over to the closet, I change into jeans and a black T-shirt before ducking out of the room and making my way to the basement.

Odette asked me about the dungeon once, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. Very few people have been down here, so I’m well aware the rumors about what we do in it spread like wildfire among the staff. They don’t realize its not nearly as exciting as some of the theories I’ve heard.

Concrete walls and empty space that’s rarely used. Cold as the souls of the men I bring down here.

Punching my code into the keypad that leads to the basement, I head in and close the door behind me.

Pausing for a moment, I take a breath and leave the vision of Odette sleeping on the other side of this door. I slip into the man I’ve been comfortable living as for nearly a decade.

A man who does what needs to be done in order to protect the few people he cares about.

A man who doesn’t show mercy.

Reaching the bottom of the staircase, I’m faced with a man I don’t know well, but enough to know he deserves everything that’s coming to him, whether he realizes it or not.

Felix Schulz is strapped to a table in the center of the basement. His limbs restrained—the skin at his wrists and ankles raw from where he’s likely tried to twist himself free. It won’t work. No amount of fighting is going to save him from the judgment he’s about to receive.

His blue eyes meet mine as I walk up to him. Matted blond hair sticks to his skin as rage fills his gaze.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he snaps.

I can still feel my wife’s virgin pussy ripping open for me, and the man who hurt her has the nerve to ask me questions.

“You know what I’m doing.” I walk over to a separate table where Daniel has spread out my collection.

Grazing my fingers over the handles of my blades, I exhale. They feel like home unlike anything else in this manor.

Steel.

Blades.

Blood.

This is what I’m good at—keeping order. It’s one of the few things that always made sense to me.

It’s why I went into security in the first place. I’m patient. I understand that sometimes protecting people means going to extremes. I don’t mind directing violence to a select few to maintain the overall peace.

“Odette Bardot,” I say her name through gritted teeth because he doesn’t deserve to hear it. But he needs to understand why he’s here, so he can properly pay.

“What about her?”

Felix tries to sound nonchalant, still thinking this is an interrogation and there’s a chance he’ll pass. He doesn’t realize I already have all the answers I need to do what needs to be done.

Daniel searched every second of footage from the evening until he found exactly what I was lookingfor—confirmation this man in front of me was after my wife.

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