26
JEREMY
The need to pummel something into the ground reddens my vision.
My fist clenches, but I don’t act on the urges.
Or impulses.
In fact, I’m calculative to a fault and only take action once I’ve predicted all the possible outcomes of a certain situation.
Apparently, that principle doesn’t apply to the infuriating girl who just left the room.
I stay behind for a few minutes, not only to expel all impulsive thoughts, but also to put my cock to fucking sleep.
It doesn’t matter that I was inside her not ten minutes ago; there’s always this primal need to claw deep into her skin and never stop.
But either I calm the fuck down or I’ll permanently kidnap her to my lair, where no one will be able to find her, let alone see her.
Or touch her.
The image of those two fuckers putting their hands on her sends a new wave of rage—definitely not the image to have in my futile attempts to relax.
I’m not worried that she’ll get away. I’m acquainted with the club’s owner, a new guy trying to do business with the mafia, and he’ll give me access to security footage if I ask for it. Also, my most efficient guard, Ilya, has explicit orders to watch Cecily in case she turns off her phone like she did earlier or disappears without notice.
It’s how I knew she was here and I followed.
I dial his number, and he answers after two rings.
“Situation,” I say point-blank.
“Miss Knight is trying to carry her friend, who’s drunk enough to laugh while she’s sleeping.”
“Location.”
“The left side of the bar.”
“Shoo away any unwanted attention until I get there.”
“Got it, Boss.”
“What happened to the two from earlier?” I step out of the room, not feeling any calmer in the fucking slightest.
“I got them thrown out of the club.”
“Good.”
“Boss.”
“Yeah?”
“One of them, the blond, said something that made Miss Knight go pale.”
I pause, my finger sliding up and down the back of the phone. Now that I think about it, Cecily looked to be on the verge of her dissociating state. I thought it was because she was surrounded by two guys and might’ve felt threatened in the presence of the opposite sex.
It was a provocation when she said she’d sleep with someone else. I know she can’t, but it still pissed me the fuck off.
“What did he say?” I ask Ilya.