Page 82 of Anger

The fuck?

Rage explodes around me, the need to destroy everything and everyone who threatens me or the people I love. The whispers and laughter resurge in my head, the memories and images I can’t stop seeing.

It’s all there as the storm erupts around me, lightning cracking like a whip’s crack before thunder shakes the ground.

Controlling my voice so Patrick doesn’t pick up on the threat that now faces him, I speak slowly.

“What the hell do you mean?”

He tilts his head toward the club’s front door.

“That’s why admission is free tonight. You need to get your ass in there and take a good look at your favorite girl.”

Anger bleeds into his expression and does nothing but add to mine. I don’t say another word, my mind racing as fast as my feet when I walk inside the club, force my way past the congestion of people on the first floor then take two steps at a time on my way up to the second floor.

My eyes lock on Blue where she’s dancing in her cage, her movement normal except for the way she barely uses her right arm. Gaze sliding over to Granger where he guards her stairs, I clench my teeth together so hard that pain shoots along my jaw.

I like the pain, though.

I crave it.

Especially when I have a bastard in sight who is the best target for my rage.

Closing the distance between us with a long stride, I stop just in front of him, his shoulders rounding as he squares up for a fight.

The corner of my mouth curves into a lethal smirk. This man has no idea he’s dancing with a quick and violent death.

“Guess you can’t stop me anymore, can you? Those harassment charges must sting like a bitch.”

Eyes narrowing, Granger steps up to me like he has what it takes to take me down.

It sucks for him I spent the majority of my life fighting. This jackass is nothing compared to the nightmares that run through my head.

“She’s all yours,” he says with a grin. “Let me know how my dick tastes when you’re done fucking her. I’ve been all over that bitch already and was done with her before you pulled your bullshit.”

My hand clenches into a fist, but I gain control again when I feel a woman’s touch on my back.

“Let’s go, Champ. He’s not worth it.”

Granger’s gaze flicks to Blue then back to me. He studies my face before letting out a bark of laughter. “Looks like somebody else has already fucked you up. That’s good enough for me.”

Pussy…

There will come a time when I teach him the lesson he needs—there will be a day of reckoning—but not while Blue is standing nearby.

I still don’t know the scars she carries, and I’m not about to run the risk of becoming another bad memory that runs through her head.

The entire point for what I did was to get her away from this son of a bitch.

But I can’t say my efforts were entirely selfless.

I knew that forcing Granger to break the deal would also corner her into accepting the one I’ve offered.

It would be a tether I could attach to her to keep her in place, to ensure my escape is always where I need her.

“Damon,” Blue says just loud enough to be heard over the music. “I’m serious. Just let it go.”

My smirk fades, my eyes still firmly locked on Granger.

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