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Bas used his free hand to drive his fist into his face. Another punch followed, a crack of a broken nose. And another punch.
Everyone’s attention was on us. They didn’t even bother to hide their stares. Oh my God, if there was a single reporter here, I’d be ruined. No Olympics. Disappointment to Mom. Impact to my skating partner, Derek.
“Bas, he’s not worth it,” I rasped, then took a step to grab his hand, but Priest’s grip tightened on me, trying to drag me away.
My head whirled around to glare at him, only to find Priest’s cold stare aimed at the guy Bas was beating. It was as if he wanted to join his cousin, an excited gleam in his eyes. It was almost terrifying.
Who in the hell gets excited to hurt someone?
My eyes darted around the club. The music no longer played. A few people were recording the whole incident. The two bouncers that were assigned to watch me were keeping the crowd at bay.
“He’s going to get in trouble,” I muttered quietly, glancing back at Bas who was choking the life out of the man.
“You touched her,” Bas roared.
“I-I didn’t-” The guy never got to finish his statement because Bas tossed him across the room and the man’s body hit the wall with a loud thud, then crumpled to the floor.
“I was just having a bit of fun,” the guy whimpered, then began to cry. “I wasn’t going to hurt her.”
His eyes flitted toward me as if he hoped for my help but that seemed to piss off Bas even more. In five strides, Bas was in front of him again and hunched down, getting into his face.
“Don’t fucking look at her,” he roared. “Now give me your hand that dared to touch her.” The man started bawling. I didn’t feel sorry for him but I didn’t want to see Bas get arrested. “Your hand, or I’ll cut your cock off.”
I frantically glanced at Priest. “Do something,” I hissed on a whisper. “There are people recording this.”
He didn’t seem worried at all. Instead he lifted his left wrist and spoke something into it.
My eyes bulged as I watched bouncers make a round through the room, taking guests’ devices.
I returned my attention to Bas whose face was twisted with rage. It was as if the glimpse of the man I got to know was gone.
This was the ruthless man that the world knew and feared. Basilio DiLustro. The villain in a three-piece-suit.
CHAPTER16
Bas
He fucking groped her.
Burning rage spread through my veins like fucking acid. I brought Wynter here for a romantic getaway and because I knew she’d be safe in Priest’s club. Instead, she had to endure this fucker groping her.
Anger crept beneath my skin, searing and demanding I make him pay.
I shouldn’t have been surprised that another man wanted her. I expected hungry gazes thrown her way. She looked fucking gorgeous in her light pink skater dress and white flats that I bought her. She didn’t aim for glamorous but she came out looking like a million bucks regardless.
“Which hand did you use?” I asked one last time, my voice cold. Red rage rushed through me, drumming in my ears.
“Please, please,” he whimpered.
No amount of begging would work with me. I brought my face close to his, smiling harshly.
“Cock cutting it is,” I deadpanned, the corner of my lips lifting into a cruel smile.
I withdrew my knife and the fucker finally got the message. He shot out his right hand, shaking like a leaf. I brought my knife down on his right hand fingers, pressing the blade against his skin and already breaking the skin. Blood trickled down and he screamed like the fucking coward that he was.
“Bas.” Wynter’s small hand came to my shoulder and some of my rage slithered away. “Bas, look at me.”
Lifting my eyes, I met her face etched with worry and apprehension lingered in her emeralds. Priest attempted to pull her back but Wynter refused, pushing him away.
