Her eyes narrowed. “Jealous of what? This marriage isn’t real but no one but us knows that. It’s the principle of the matter.” Again, I chuckled.
The fight in Cashlynn’s eyes caused lust to balloon inside of me. My atoms were electrified. My eyes focused on her lips. I thought about how they looked wrapped around my dick and how beautiful she was with tears running down her face. She looked so wrecked with her eyes unfocused and dilated.
Fuck.
Now I wanted to do it again; to see her barely hanging on while she choked on my length.
My phone vibrated in my pocket. Keeping eye contact with her, I dug it out and peeked at the screen, seeing it was Lucas.
“I gotta handle this. But know this isn’t over.” I moved down just a whisper from her mouth. I waited to see if she would make the move, but she didn’t, which caused me to grin. I pecked her lips then lifted. Cashlynn tried to fight her feelings for me but her actions today showed she felt something.
My phone vibrated again.
I sighed so I could go handle Majesty. “Oh, Bruce is gonna drive your car home and you’ll ride back with me,” I told her.
She cut her eyes at me.
I turned and left the section. There was only an hour left in the night; then the fun could begin.
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“Where are we going?” Cashlynn asked when I led her down the steps. The club was closed and the cleaners were here for afterhours cleaning. “You better not be on some funny shit.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not taking you to your death or anything.” She narrowed her eyes at me then looked forward. We got to the end of the steps and approached the door a couple of feet away. Using my key, I unlocked it and pushed it open.
In the room was Lucas, River, and Ezra, and a gang of security. They all surrounded the man tied to the chair. Lucas had cleaned and stitched up Majesty’s face before I sent her home. I made sure she would be paid for what happened to her. She was warned what would happen if she went to the police, but even if she did, I wasn’t worried. The cops worked for us and wouldn’t do anything. There was also an NDA in place for anything that happened and was seen at the club that protected me.
“Nazai!” Cashlynn perked up, looking around. Ted’s eyes popped out and he looked around wildly.
“Mr. Tavarez! I’m sorry. I didn’t know she was your wife!” he rushed out.
Pausing in front of him, I stared down at him with tight eyes. Sweat beaded on his forehead. He attempted to wiggle free.
Dragging my tongue across my top teeth, I looked over at Ezra. “You bring Wilma with you?”
He grinned and pulled his bookbag off his back, reaching inside and pulling Wilma out. He walked over to us and stopped next to me.
“Which hand did he grab you with?” I asked Cashlynn.
“I’m not sure.” She stared at Ted smugly. Lifting my hand, I stroked my beard.
Ted’s eyes were locked on the custom hammer in my brother’s hands. “Tsk, too bad.” I turned my head to Ezra, commanding him in Spanish. “Smash both of them.”
Ezra’s face lit up, showing all thirty two.
“As you wish,” Ezra responded in the same language as he walked toward Ted. His eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his face. My face stayed blank when Ezra lifted Wilma and sent it down on Ted’s hands. It was large enough that it slammed against a good part of the hand. The sound of bones crunching under the impact could be heard instantly.
Ted released a gut-wrenching scream. “No, please, please!” he cried when he saw Ezra moving to the other hand. The walls in this room were soundproof so I wasn’t worried about anyone hearing him crying or screaming.
I turned to face the other men. They all worked under River and had been vetted. They were loyal and knew not to run their mouths.
“Unless you want to end up like Ted, I advise you to never put your hands on my wife.” I made sure to make eye contact with each of them. “If you value your life, you’ll take heed and not learn what will happen if you disobey me. Understood?”
“Yes, boss.”
“You’ll respect Mrs. Tavarez like you respect Mr. Tavarez,” River cut in, eyeing each of his men.
“Now get the fuck out.” I waved them off to leave.
