CHAPTER 4: Burning In Hell - 2

He realizes that for his own good, it is best not to tempt fate any further.

I have expressly requested that no one bother me for a good while.

If you insist... I swear that, if it takes one more second I'm going to blow his teeth out with a punch.

I have news about Ivanna Potter, the traitor's hot slut sister, she called the cops — he explains, with his eyebrows raised, as if inviting me to investigate further.

I put my hands to my chest, feeling that whatever it is, it can be summed up as simply as this: more problems.

What?

Why the fuck did she do that?

And what did she tell them? — I growl.

It bothers me the way that woman challenges us.

Right now if I had her face to face...

Dereck seems to find it funny to be annoying me because he takes his time before continuing.

And that's not all...his brother has disappeared.

When I look at him, I'm convinced that flames will come out of my eyes at any moment.

My blood heats up like a match and I clench my fists so hard that my veins stand out, about to burst from the tension that invades me.

Does that woman think we're stupid?

Does she really think we're going to believe that story?

She's obviously lying to us...

I don't give him time to answer because before he can even finish the sentence, I grab what's left of the bourbon bottle and smash it against the wall with all my strength.

My nostrils flare and my breathing is a fucking mess.

I let out a roar capable of bringing down the entire clubhouse, and before my brother can even react, I grab the edges of the huge bookshelf in the middle of the room and effortlessly throw it to the other side of the room.

The noise is tremendous.

My VP seems surprised by my outburst but has the common sense not to comment.

He just lets me vent my anger, destroying everything in my path with unbridled rage.

Until a pair of arms grab me from behind, gripping me tightly by the neck.

I resist, blind with rage but I don't count on the scandal I've caused with my outburst attracting the rest.

So soon, Parry, Dan, and Zack join my VP in trying to restrain me.

In the end, after a good while of intense struggles, insults, and shouts mixed together, I end up calming down before they release me.

Damn, boss, calm down — Dan tells me, We'll take care of it.

Dereck doesn't say anything.

He knows me best, and he knows that right now, the best thing for everyone is for them to keep their fucking mouths shut.

I'm still so upset that my chest is rising and falling like a locomotive.

No, my voice comes out so hoarse that everyone is speechless, looking at me without daring to question me.

I am going to take care of that lying bitch personally... and it will be right now.

Then, without even letting them open their mouths, I storm out, putting on my vest and holding the keys to my bike.

Ivanna is playing with fire and I'm going to give her the pleasure of burning in my hell.

It doesn't take long for them to come after me, Fiend said.

Dereck even dares to grab the handlebars of my motorcycle with both hands to stop me from taking off.

Bad idea.

The Harley skids as I angrily step on the brakes.

My VP doesn't back down.

The bastard has balls, you have to give him that.

Come on fiend, you're out of your mind right now, he tries to make me see reason.

But I can't, and I don't want to do it.

That bitch has been driving me crazy ever since, I got hard in her house, feeling that ass pressed against my member.

A pair of firm, perky nipples, showing through the fabric of a thin top, stuck to a flat stomach that would be the downfall of any man, and an ass capable of causing an erection the size of the Eiffel Tower, walk through my mind, tormenting me.

I can still remember as if it were yesterday the enormous desire that invaded me to fuck that bitch until she had the most brutal orgasm of her entire pathetic life.

The brunette even dared to challenge me, to raise her voice at me...

That made me extremely angry...almost as much as it excited me.

The urge to show her who was in charge and make her beg me to fuck her became almost unbearable, but I managed to keep control.

She probably wouldn't last even the first round.

Get out of my way, brother, before I do it myself — I warn, just a few centimeters from his face.

At least let someone go with you.

Parry, Zack... me but don't do anything crazy.

You know you can't kill her he explains.

I roll my eyes.

Who said I'd kill her? No, I have other ways to teach her not to make fun of me, I said with a smile but if I see that her brother', I'm not going to let him get away, before taking off without further words and leaving them standing there.

I drive like a fiend through the city, exceeding all the speed limits and jumping through every red light.

I'm not one to play the role of model citizen.

The anger only increases with each passing minute, and I need to get to the crappy apartment where the horny bitch who is staring me in the face lives so I can put her in her place, or I'm going to explode at any moment...in every sense.

The Harley's engine roars loudly due to the speed and I let myself get carried away more and more by the adrenaline that runs through my veins.

I bet that the cowardly rat styles is hiding in some corner with his tail between his legs waiting for his sister to get him out of trouble.

I'm going to teach him to be a man and stand up for himself and as for her... she has to learn to let that idiot fend for himself and not meddle in what doesn't concern her.

As soon as I cross Englewood Street, I let out my held breath, parking the Harley in the garden and lighting a cigarette; I need to relax.

I strain my ears to see if I can hear any sound from inside, but everything seems calm, which is normal considering it's barely eight in the fucking morning.

I entered as the door swings open and I press myself against the wall, hiding from view and what I saw leaves me too stunned to react.

The police have just left Ivanna's house and are now talking in the garden.

Judging by her distressed appearance, it's something serious.

Inside, I start to curse everything, what the hell are the police doing in her house?

Is there even a remote chance that the bitch was telling the truth and her brother is missing?

I've been reluctant to believe it until now, but I don't know what to think anymore...

What I do know is that, this can only cause complications if the dog decides to loosen her tongue.

I hope for your sake, you don't think of doing that but just in case, I'll wait until those bastards leave and I'll go in myself and demand explanations about what's going on here.

I don't know why but something smells fishy to me...too many coincidences in little time.