“She… She mentioned that you had snubbed her…”
Snubbed her? What the fu… Oh hell no. This is all because I refused her ass a few months ago? Jesus fucking Christ.
“And by going after my wife she thought that I would just turn a blind eye and what? Fuck her instead?” I don’t fail to notice Kat flinch out of the corner of my eye, but I keep my gaze trained on the fucker in front of me.
“I… I don’t know,” he replies pathetically, and at this point, I feel like I have exhausted all of his knowledge. He was simply told to do a job, probably paid poorly too, but he didn’t bank on my wife being a fighter.
“You know, Derek… going after my wife was a huge fucking mistake,” I say as I stand up and look down at him as he weeps on the floor. “It’s not something I could ever forgive.” I undo my jacket buttons and take it off, holding it out to one of my guys who quickly whips it out of my hand. I then undo my cuffs and roll the sleeves up, dominating the whole fucking room.
“Please, no,” he whines as I see his panic ramp up a notch or two.
“Untie him,” I instruct, and my guys walk over and cut the ropes off the bastard before they disappear behind me again. “Stand up,” I tell him, and he snivels as he pathetically rolls onto his knees before pushing himself up, standing before me like the coward that he is.
“I will never entertain anyone laying their hands on what is mine, and you must know that there is no option to let you go,” I say, my eyes narrowing on him.
“P… Please… Please don’t,” he whines, and my patience snaps. I throw my arm out, fisting my hand and hitting him right on the end of his fucking nose. His head snaps back and blood starts to spew from his nostrils, but I’m only just getting started.
I pound his body, over and over again, hitting hard, not letting up until his legs buckle from beneath him and he’s led on the floor, crying, begging for his life.
I crouch over him, putting my hand around his throat and squeezing. “Does this feel good, huh?” I say to him, and he tries to shake his head but can only move ever so slightly because of my grip on him.
“No, I didn’t think so. So how the fuck do you think my wife felt when you did this to her, hmm? Do you think she enjoyed it? Do you think she wanted you to squeeze the life out of her?” I say, to which his eyes almost bug out of his head.
“Answer me,” I shout in his face as I let him go and his head smacks against the concrete. “Do you think she enjoyed it?” I roar, the anger flowing through me.
“No,” he cries, holding his hands over his face and trying to cover himself from more potential blows.
“You left marks on her, you put your hands on her, and now I’m about to take that ability away from you,” I say before I walk over to the side of the room and open a cupboard to reveal my knife collection. I pick out the butcher knife and stroll back over, bending down and grabbing his hand so quickly that he doesn’t even realise what is happening until I’ve chopped it off, slicing the knife through his flesh. His screams echo all around us but it does nothing to stop me as I part the first hand from his body and do exactly the same to the second.
His voice becomes hoarse from the screaming as his whole body starts to shake vigorously. I couldn’t give a fuck; he deserves a shitty ending. I leave the knife on the floor and stand up.
“Don’t worry,” I tell him as I pick up one of his hands and hold it in front of his face. “I’ll make sure Jessica gets these.” I intend on mailing them to her house. I know she isn’t there, but someone might be, and I’ll bet they let her know about the hands in the mail package that will be winging its way there tomorrow.
“Leave him to bleed out. Wouldn’t want his death to be quick,” I tell the guys before I turn around and finally let myself look at Kat. She’s as white as a sheet, and I just hope to God that she can deal with this side of me, because if she can’t then she’s literally in for one hell of a ride.
“Come on,” I say as I put my arm around her shoulders and move us up the steps. “Let’s go home.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Kat
I haven’t said a word since we got back to the house.
What I saw… what I witnessed… I have no idea what to do with it because my emotions are all over the damn place.
I feel weird.
On the one hand, the way he dealt with Derek was so brutal. Shocking. It went against everything I know. I’ve never been a violent person, and the fact that I am married to someone who can cut off someone’s hands without breaking a sweat is a little frightening.
But on the other hand… he did that for me. He made it clear in that basement that I am untouchable. And the fact that he would kill for me is just… fucking mind-blowing.
I’ve never met someone who would want to protect me like that.
Clark was fucking useless and never defended me. I was always able to stand my own ground though, so I never saw it as an issue.
But Nate, tonight, he took it to a whole new level, and I can’t deny that as shocking as it was to see, it also turned me the fuck on.
Does that make me sick?
