Page 31 of Contract Of Shame

“She was asking for it. What’s it to you? Why would you want a gash with a kid anyway?”

Richard’s fist connected with David’s nose. The other guy fell back. Wayne placed a hand on his arm to stop him taking more of his anger out of the man.

“You sick fucker,” David yelled. “You broke my fucking nose.” He got up off the floor and charged at Richard.

“You force yourself on a teenage girl, and I’m a sick fucker?” Another punch landed.

Richard was ready and waiting. David got in a few punches, but in no time at all Richard had him locked against the counter, a tight grip around his neck.

“Now you listen to me, you sick fuck. Scarlet is mine, and Harry is mine. You ever, ever come anywhere near my family again, and I’ll bring you down. No one would even give you the time of day.” Richard’s hand tightened. “Do you understand?”

“Scarlet put you up to this,” David wheezed out.

“No. Scarlet wants nothing to do with you. You ruined her life when you raped her. I’d gladly see you rot in some prison cell, but she’s refused to stand against you. I’m going to keep a close eye on you, and if I hear of any other girl from one of your schools suffering the same fate, I’ll find you. And you’ll be sorry.”

Richard slammed David’s face against the counter and walked outside the bathroom, A smug smile was on his face – until he saw Scarlet against the wall waiting for him.

She looked at him, and he knew he’d hurt her.

“She doesn’t look happy,” Tony said.

He watched her storm off, and without giving an excuse to his friends he chased after her.

“Scarlet. Scarlet, wait.” He ended up running up the stairs to catch her.

“You promised me,” she shouted at him. Richard followed her up the stairs.

“I couldn’t let it slide,” he said.

“You couldn’t let it slide? This happened to me, Richard. Me.” She pointed at her chest. “If I can let it go then you can.”

She stormed into their hotel room and went straight to their room where she began packing a bag.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m leaving. I can’t stay with someone I don’t trust.”

“You’ve still got a few days to go,” he said.

The contract.Why did he have to bring that up? She slammed the lid down on her suitcase and threw it to the floor. Her anger was hot and explosive.

“How dare you throw that up at me!” She screamed and charged over to him. She slapped him round the face.

Richard captured her wrist before she lashed out again. “Is this what you want? To take your anger out on me?” he growled.

“I fucking hate you,” she yelled. She pulled and tugged to be let go.

“Do you really? If that’s the case take it all out on me. Show me what you’ve got to be angry about. Go on, hit me!”

Scarlet didn’t hit him. She pushed him and pushed him again, her little hands driving him away. The wall behind him stopped him moving.

“Why did you do this to me?” she cried out. “I was doing fine, and then you came along with your stupid fucking contract and ruined me.”

Richard was about to say something, but her lips slammed down on top of his. The move was so unexpected and so raw in its approach that he held on to her body.

Scarlet bit down on his bottom lip and pulled at her clothes at the same time.

Both stripped down, but when Richard picked her up in his arms and made to move against the bed she stopped him.

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