Page 122 of The Loathing

“Be careful how you tread, mostriciattola.”

“Did your father not teach you how to treat a lady? I don’t think little monster is a very fitting name for your wife to be,” I goad, smiling as he tightens his grip around my throat. “Also, I didn’t know you were Italian, or are you trying to put on a little show? Pretending you’re something you’re not.”

“Little monster is very fitting for you. You need to watch your tongue, it will get you in trouble one day,” his lips nip at my ear, squeezing my throat a little tighter and I gasp.

The bedroom door bangs against the wall, and I watch as Wolfe’s eyes lift from mine and focus on Titus.

“Let her go, I swear if there is one single mark on her,” his voice booms around the room as he storms across the floor, his hand grabbing Wolfe’s shoulder and pulling him off me before Titus has him pinned against the wall, his large hand clasping his skinny neck. “Don’t you dare lay your hands on her,” he seethes, and I stand from the dressing table, my fingers rubbing at the base of my neck, my eyes wide.

“She needs to learn her place,” Wolfe grits and Titus lifts him, so his feet are off the floor.

“You need to understand what I am saying, do not lay a finger on her. I swear if one strand of hair is missing from her head, you’re done for.”

Wolfe laughs. “You really don’t know who you’re messing with.”

“And neither do you, trust me.”

Titus drops him and Wolfe falls to the floor.

“I will put a bullet in you.”

“You really do like them empty threats, don’t you?”

Titus rolls his eyes, stepping towards me and cupping my face in his large hands and my throat burns.

“Are you okay?” his eyes bounce back and forth between mine before he scopes my face and I nod, unable to breathe.

My eyes widen when I see Wolfe stalk over and Titus drops me, turning and standing in front of me.

“I suggest you walk away,” Titus warns.

“I’m walking, get your bags packed little monster, we leave tomorrow,” he grits, turns then walks out of the room.

I exhale a shaky breath and slowly sit on the edge of the bed.

“Leaving?” Titus’ wide eyes land on mine, “Where are you going?”

“London.”

“Like fuck, what for?”

“To introduce me to his circle,” I whisper.

“He can get fucked, this hasn’t been cleared.” He rubs his hand over the top of his head.

“Titus…”

“Don’t move, you are not to leave with him do you understand me?” and I nod feeling entirely numb.

“I’ll be back Twilight,” he whispers before he walks out the door.

Twilight.

My heart skips in my chest.

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

TITUS

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