Page 27 of Giving It to the Monster

Chapter Five

“He’s working late,” Rage said.

Saint stared up at the office building that contained the man who thought he could hurt Natasha. He straddled his bike. He was there along with Pea, Vanilla, Buzz, and Willy who’d decided to come along last minute. Climbing off his bike, Saint made his way toward the front entrance. No one was around but a security guard.

“Sir, you shouldn’t be in here.”

“Got an appointment. Simon Meyer, which floor?”

“Wait a minute, this is after hours.”

Finding a plaque on the wall, he spotted Simon’s name, and made his way toward the elevator with his men right behind him.

“What’s the plan?” Rage asked.

“Try not to leave with a body bag.” He had his gun in the back of his jeans, but he was determined not to use it.

“Shame,” Vanilla said. “I’d have loved to take him apart piece by piece. No man should hit a woman.”

“You hit them for fun,” Willy said.

“I spank them, and I play. Whatever I do is all about pleasure. What this asshole did, it was all about power, and violence. That I don’t agree with.” Vanilla stared up at the light that was showing them the passing of each floor.

Pea started laughing. “I wonder what this fucker will think if you tied him down and spanked him, maybe even gave him a little dick action.”

Saint shook his head. “I don’t need to see that.”

“We could tie him up,” Willy said. “Take pictures.”

“You could compare your dick to his,” Rage said.

“Fuck off.” Saint’s dick would be bigger anyway. He didn’t need to beat a woman to feel powerful.

The elevator pinged open, and there waiting for him was Simon Meyer.

“Gentlemen, I take it this couldn’t have waited for another day.”

Saint didn’t say anything as he stepped off the elevator. He stared at Simon and didn’t like him. This man hit women, he hurt them, and he did it without care. Rage had found some of the women Simon liked to batter around. Once he finished with them, they were turned out in the street.

“Let me guess, is this where you tell me to be nice and quiet and give Natasha her divorce?”

Following Saint’s lead, none of his men spoke.

“I always knew there was someone else.” Simon laughed. “It’s you, isn’t it?”

Saint stared at the man, looking him up and down. “You’re going to give her a divorce.”

“You really think I am?” Simon patted his lip and smirked. “No, I’m not. So, seeing as you’re the guy from her past, the one her father was always crazy about, did she just lie there and take it?”

“Oh, he did not go there,” Rage said.

“This guy is looking for a fight.”

Saint ignored his men and stared at Simon, focusing on him.

“I just figured she was frigid. You know how some women can be. She had a nice tight pussy though. I loved it when she had a little fight in her, when she didn’t want it—”

Saint had heard enough. Reaching out, he grabbed Simon by his jacket, and slammed him up against the wall. “You really don’t want to be talking about shit you’ve done with Nat.”

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