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“Please let me go,” theman asked.
“Where did the money comefrom that you brought in here and flashed around? Paying my girls to give youpleasure?”
He had hit the man oncewith the cane, not too hard, but he already started to cry. His erection hadgone flaccid as well.
“Please, I’ll do anything.Just let me go. I will tell Bozo to leave you alone. That he is fucking lying.Please, please, please.”
His pleas fell flat. Eliaswasn’t interested in listening to him anymore. Using some of the sexualinstruments, he started to hurt the man, torturing him. Considering the manbegged for his life, he wasn’t interested in giving up Bozo’s whereabouts.
Elias’s patience had runthin. Winnie had left the nightclub because she didn’t feel well, and now he hadto deal with this lowlife piece of trash, and it was starting to piss him off.
He did no more than removethe man’s cock, using a very blunt knife. Elias had no problem getting hishands dirty, and Bozo needed to be taken off the streets. No more women shouldbe found dumped like trash. He wouldn’t allow that kind of filth on hisstreets.
The man begged andpleaded, and in the end, he finally revealed one of Bozo’s locations, but witha warning that he moved around a lot.
Elias was done, andfinished the man. Stepping away from the carnage, he looked at the mess he madeof the room, and then went to the man’s clothing. There was no identificationon him, but there was a cell phone. By some miracle, it was not locked, and hechecked through the man’s texts. He was a thief. And it looked like Bozo waslooking for him. Someone had sent this man a warning that Bozo was on thewarpath, had encountered Elias, and saved Bozo the trouble.
Of all the amazing odds.
ChapterFour
Winnie got up early andmade her way into her beauty room, hoping Elias would leave by the time she wasready to have breakfast. She didn’t feel like doing her makeup or hair.
The moment she got back totheir apartment, she had cried until she fell asleep. When he arrived at theirplace, it was after three in the morning. It had woken her up, and she had towonder if he had been with that blonde woman. Jealousy was an ugly feeling. Shedidn’t like it.
For a good hour before shefell asleep, she kept telling herself her feelings were wrong, that they werebad. She had to stop feeling this way, because she was Elias’s wife, and hedidn’t even have to marry her, but he did. It didn’t stop the ugly feeling ofwanting to be more. She wanted to be his wife in full, but she thought he wascheating on her. But was it really cheating if they didn’t have a propermarriage?
She waited until afternine when she knew he would be long gone, before leaving her beauty room. Shewas dressed in linen shorts and a white tank top. Seeing as she was trying topass the time, she curled her hair and did some makeup, but not too much. Shealready felt like she was close to tears.
Emerging from her room,she made her way toward the kitchen, only to find Elias sitting at the diningroom table. A single cup of coffee sat on the table. His newspaper was gone,and he looked … distracted. She couldn’t quite read him, so she didn’t knowwhat was going on in his mind.
“Elias,” she said. “Ithought you would be working.”
“I know, which is why youwaited until now to come out of your beauty room.” He got to his feet and movedcloser, perching on the edge of the table. “What’s going on?”
“What?”
“Why did you leave theclub last night?”
She felt her cheeks heat,and she hoped the foundation she used hid her blush.
“I … uh, I wasn’t feelingwell.” She couldn’t stand his scrutiny, and she made her way into the kitchenin the hope of distracting herself.
There was no way she wasgoing to admit she was jealous. That she had lost count of the number of timesshe thought about having sex with her husband, only to see he had plenty ofwomen that could give him what he wanted. She was never going to match up tothat beautiful blonde. Wife or not, that was all she was—a name.
“You’re lying,” Eliassaid, and much to her surprise, he followed her into the kitchen.
As she turned to face him,he closed the distance between them. Furthermore, he put his hands either sideof the counter, locking her between his hard body and the counter. Unless shepushed against him, there was nowhere for her to go. She was at his mercy.
What should she say? Shouldshe surprise him? She felt her heart start to race as she looked up at him.
“What are you doing?” sheasked.
“Tell me what happened.Did someone stop you at the club? Did someone scare you?”
She frowned. “What? No.”
“Then tell me, otherwise Iam going back there to see what you’re lying about.”
