Page 77 of Unravelling The Beast

He stands a little taller, his eyes sweeping across my face, and I grit my teeth.

"Fuck you, Arlo."

Iwatch her stomp past me in her madness, and I feel annoyance run through me. When I turn around, I see Savannah with a smug look on her face. I step forward to scare the smarmy fucking look off her face but my dad steps in front of me and raises his voice.

"Don't!"

I clench my teeth, preparing to headbutt the cunt as we stand nose to nose

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"You may be my fucking father, but remember who the fuck I am. Remember the monster you fucking created!"

As everyone stands back and watches, we both exchange rage-filled stares. They know not to get between us two beasts; this happens far too often since we're similar—far too similar—and we both crave dominance and power over one another.

He flashes his teeth angrily as he shouts.

"This is the last time I say this, son. I've given you plenty of time and now you have one month to get that little bitch out of your system."

My nostrils flare as he tries to tell me what to do, and I press my forehead aggressively against his as I yell with rage, spraying spit in his face.

"Fuck you, you fucking cunt!"

Cash realizes that the time has come to intervene because he knows me too well to know when I'm about to lose my fucking shit. When he places his hands on our shoulders and pushes us apart, I shrug his hand away and straighten my suit before pointing at my dad from a short distance with wide, angry eyes.

"Don't make me fucking kill you, you old fuck!"

He looks at me calmly but does not respond to my threat, so I take my eyes off him and turn to leave my club.

The night breeze strikes my face as soon as I storm outside of the crowded space, and I inhale deeply. I only have to wait two seconds before the valet arrives in my Lamborghini.

I raise my chin and look over to one of my security guards, who would have been watching me all night.

"Which way did she fucking go?"

He points to the left of me, and I glance in that direction before the valet guy tosses my keys to me, and when I catch them, I circle my car and get in.

As soon as the doors are lowered and sealed, I screech my tires before speeding down the street to find her. When I spot her strolling down the sidewalk, I sigh and slow down behind her. I observe as she walks with her hands covering her bare arms, still trying to walk confidently as she does.

As I lower my window, I duck my head, and when my car is beside her, she gives me the side eye.

"Get in the fucking car."

She raises her cute little nose in the air and starts walking a little faster, attempting to completely ignore me.

"I won't fucking ask you again, Wren!"

She now flips me off, so I growl with frustration before shutting off the engine, and when my doors lift, I step out.

I close the gap quickly behind her, and when she notices, she cranks up the pace in her heels, but I'm far too quick; even when walking quickly, my legs are much longer than her short ass.

When she's close enough, I wrap my arm around her waist and lift her off the floor, tossing her over my shoulder. Of course, she kicks out, but I ignore her bratty, drunken fucking attitude and take her to my car.

I basically throw her into her passenger seat, and she gives me a frown, panting heavily with fury as we lock eyes.

"Put on your fucking seat belt and behave yourself."

She folds her arms across her chest, indicating that she is not going to do as she's told, so I lean down and pull the seat belt, attempting to place it over her.

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