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My nostrils flared in rage. Never before had I wanted to strike a woman like I did this one in that moment. The more she talked about Ariel, the more I wanted to lash out at her.

"Does she wrap her sweet little mouth around your cock? I remember how much you li-"

She let out a squeak as I leaned forward quickly and reached across the table. I wrapped my hand around her throat and gave a gentle squeeze. I wanted to wring her scrawny neck and shake the shit right out of her.

"Don't youever," I snarled as I pulled her by her neck across the table as I leaned across it to meet her half way until our faces were mere inches from each others. "Talk about Ariel like that again. Or, I swear on my mother's grave, Belle, you will live to regret it."

She jerked back suddenly and, not wishing to further hurt her at the moment, I let her go.

"Fine," She snapped snottily at me and both my eyebrows shot up in surprise. She was giving up? Just like that?

I didn't trust it or her. She was up to something.

Dare I ask her why she'd given up so easily? It wasn't like her to not put up a fight to get what she wanted.

The poor, unfortunate waitress chose that moment to return with glasses of ice water in her hands. If she were smart she'd forget we were here and not come back for more of Annabell's verbal abuse. I shook my head at the poor girl who was obviously not the brightest bulb in the box as I winced internally.

"I don't want your nasty water," Annabell spit the words out at her. "How do I know you haven't contaminated it? If it's not in a sealed bottle then I don't want it. Take it back."

The girl stood there in shock while she stammered foolishly. Ignoring her, Annabell picked up her menu and snapped it open with a flourish.

I'd decided I'd had more than enough of this bullshit and pushed my chair back. I stood up, placed my hands on my hips and glared down at the snake seated before me.

"I'm outta here," I muttered irately. I was not sticking around for whatever torture she wanted to dish my way. I'd had more than my fair share already. I turned and aimed my glare at the waitress whom I no longer felt sorry for. "Get a clue and stay away from her. She's a vile bitch who's going to get off on your misery. She's also stingy, so it's likely she won't tip you at all and make you run your ass ragged while she's here. Were I you, I'd kick her ass out now and save myself the headache."

The tattoo on the inside of my wrist blazed as Annabell waived a hand loftily in the direction of the waitress who'd immediately snapped her mouth shut as her eyes glazed over.

"What did you do to her?" I asked curiously, as if I actually cared, which I did not.

"Never you mind," Annabell snapped at me as she pushed her chair back and stood up to face me. "And let’s not pretend like you honestly care about her, because you don't. You don't care about anyone besides your damn family and we both know it."

She was right, of course. I didn't give a shit about anyone outside of my family and that included her. I just wanted her gone for good and out of my life once and for all.

I didn't see this happening anytime soon.

"I'm outta here," I repeated as I turned around and attempted to get the fuck away from her. I should have known she wasn't ready to let me go. When would I learn?

"I want to see Damien," She purred seductively.

I whipped around and glared at her dangerously.

"You leave my brother thefuckalone," I snarled at her. It didn't matter that Damien might not consider me to be his brother at the moment, he was mine, as he always would be.

She laughed hysterically, her entire body shaking with her mirth.

"I'll see you soon, Ty," she said through her laughter as she moved away from the table. She walked up to the waitress who stood there stupidly without moving or even blinking. Annabell slapped her sharply across the face while she kept laughing. The sound of her palm meeting the poor girl’s cheek rang out through the empty dining room. I winced, taking pity on the poor girl as red bloomed on her face.

Annabell wasn't just a bitch, she was out of her fucking mind.

She turned back once on the way to the door to blow me a kiss before turning around and exiting the building.

I had a bad feeling things were going to get much worse before I saw the back of her for good.

Chapter Six

Invader of my dreams

My phone's constant vibration drew me out of my stupor. A stupor I very much didn't want to be drawn out of. I was rather enjoying the thoughtless state I'd found myself in. I hadn't slept in days and had finally given up trying and now stared off at the wall, seeing absolutely nothing.

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