Page 8 of An Alpha's Affair


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The man drags the woman inside of what looks like a private restroom. I stay just far enough out of sight that he doesn’t see me. He’s busy mistreating his girlfriend to sense the danger he’s in. He probably thinks everyone is partying, so they won’t notice them. Most people are. But I’m not most people.

I hear the man yelling even over the loud music, and I know that I’m going to kill him. It’s not any of my business, and I shouldn’t care about these strangers, but I do. I won’t even pretend that I don’t know why I care…sheis the reason I care.

All I can hear is the man shouting like he’s lost his motherfucking mind. I can barely control the rage that’s bubbling to the surface. I watched the woman for over an hour, sitting quietly by herself. She didn’t have a phone out, and she didn’t talk to anyone, so what the fuck is he so mad about?

I hear a loud thud and a sound like someone slamming against the door, and all logical thoughts flee from my mind. I know this motherfucker has lost his mind. How do you beat up your girlfriend in public? What kind of coward does that?

When I rush to the door, I don’t have to even force it open. In his haste to beat his girlfriend, the idiot didn’t bother to lock the door. I see the man hunched over and punching the woman who is lying on the floor.

The man is so distracted by being an abuser that he doesn’t even notice me. My rage won’t let me just observe him like I normally would. I like to get to know my prey. This time, though, I don’t have time for that.

The beauty is obviously suffering at the hands of a man who doesn’t deserve her. So, I’ll rectify that. Once I’m finished with him, he won’t be able to abuse anyone else.

The man raises his closed fist to hit the woman again, but he doesn’t get the chance. I have him by the throat and slam him against the wall before he can blink. I could easily choke this motherfucker out. The last face he will see is mine, and I’ll be happy about it.

“Wh-oo arr?” He tries to choke out his question, but I tighten my hand.

“You want to know who I am? Doesn’t matter.” I shake my head and squeeze.

The bastard scratches my hands, leaving angry red welts on my skin. However, I don’t let up. I want to see the light fade from his beady eyes. He continues to try to pry my hands from his neck, but it’s no use. I don’t care how much the welts begin to bleed because I don’t have any plans on stopping.

“Plea-ease, help me—” the sweet voice breaks through my killer haze, and I loosen my grip.

I will never turn my back on an enemy, so I slam my fist into the assholes face before slamming his head against the wall. It’slights out for him, so I let him drop to the floor. He’s slumped on the floor when I turn to help the beauty.

The woman’s eyes are slowly shutting when I drop to her side. Her nose is bleeding, and there’s a bruise on her cheek, and her right eye is already turning purple. Her dark irises are glazed and unfocused. I can tell by the large knot forming on her head that she might have a concussion.

“Sweetheart? Stay with me. Keep those pretty eyes on me.” I run my hand down her cheek, and her eyes flutter open.

“My head hurts,” she whispers brokenly.

“I know, honey. But you gotta stay awake. Okay,” I reply softly.

I don’t know the first thing about this woman, but I know I need to get her out of here. The problem is, I don’t know who the man is either. Technically, we’re not in Dalonzo territory. The guy could be a part of another family. The issue is that the other families have been gunning for my brother, and this little incident could cause him a headache.

I know as much as I don’t want to cause my brother any problems, I won’t leave her. I can’t leave her. I have to protect her. So, I gather her in my arms and start for the door. I look back at the unmoving man on the floor, and I want to kill him so bad my teeth itch.

“Another time, Luca,” I remind myself out loud.

“Luca, that’s a pretty name,” the woman whispers.

Her sweet voice brings a smile to my face. Not many people can do that, but I’m not surprised she did. I don’t know what it is, but there’s something that just draws me to her. That something also makes me possessive.

CHAPTER

FOUR

TWILIGHT ZONE

MINDY

I have no idea who this avenging angel is, but there’s a sense of calmness about him that makes me feel safe. I haven’t felt safe in a long time, so I almost don’t trust the feeling. But this stranger saved me.

I haven’t told him my name, yet he’s taking care of me as if we’ve known each other for years. His touch is so soft and sweet that it almost brings tears to my eyes. I don’t know what will happen after this, but in this moment, all I can feel is relief.

Wrapped in this stranger’s arms is like a dream. As a matter of fact, I sincerely hope Ross didn’t knock me unconscious and I am dreaming. What kind of sick, twisted reality would that be?

“Fuck! I’m not dreaming... am I?” My voice is so hoarse that I hardly recognize it.