“What?” His Adam’s apple jumps in his throat as his brows knit together in confusion.
“Did. You. Put. Your. Cock. In. Sierra.” I say it slow in case he’s hard of hearing or understanding.
“Don’t answer him, Dion,” Sierra yells, amid sounds of thrashing behind me. “Let him go, Ben. He has nothing to do with this, and you have no right to ask him that. I can fuck whoever I want,” she adds.
Curling my finger around the trigger, I press the gun harder into his forehead. I continue staring into the eyes of the coward underneath me while I respond. “I don’t think so, Firefly.” I bark out a harsh laugh. “You. Are. Mine. Go on. I dare you to deny it.” I would love an excuse to blow this fucker’s brains to smithereens.
“Ben, please.” Her voice is lower, calmer, but I can still detect the hysterical undertone. “Let Dion go home, and we’ll talk about this. Think of Rowan. He’ll be awake shortly, and he can’t see this.”
That is the only thing she could say that would bring me out of the murderous rage clouding my judgment. I tuck the gun back in the waistband of my jeans and fist a hand in the guy’s shirt, pulling him to his feet.
He shoves me away as Sierra races toward him. She stops a couple of feet from him because she knows if he lays another finger on her all bets are off. He stands in front of her, shielding her from me, and it’s comical he thinks he can protect her when he almost pissed his pants a minute ago. “Call the cops, Sierra,” he says, glaring at me.
“Someone found their balls,” Leo says, sauntering to my side.
“A little too late,” I reply, folding my arms and pinning Dion with a deadly look.
“If you leave, we won’t tell anyone about this,” he blusters. “We don’t want any trouble. This is a quiet neighborhood.”
“Who does this schmuck think he is?” Leo says to me.
My eyes find Sierra’s. “Set him straight or I will.”
“Dion. It’s okay,” she says, walking around him so they are face to face. “I know him. He’s an asshole, but he won’t hurt me or Rowan.”
“What the hell is going on here, Sierra?” Confusion is drawn all over his face, and I’m glad Sierra managed to follow at least one of my instructions. The guy clearly doesn’t know who I am.
“Ben is an old family friend,” Sierra lies. “His bark is worse than his bite.” Her eyes flit to mine, and I can tell even she’s not buying the bullshit she’s peddling.
“I’m not leaving you here with him,” the teacher says, and I’m officially done.
Yanking him by the shirt again, I bring his face right up to mine. “I’m done playing nice. Here’s the score. Sierra is my future wife, so whatever the fuck you think you have with her is over. You’re finished. Walk away now or you won’t walk away at all.”
“What. The. Actual. Fuck?” Sierra shrieks, pulling on my arm. “You are insane. Like clinically insane. I amnotmarrying you.”
“You are and you will. It’s not up for discussion.”
“The hell it isn’t. You can’t make me.”
I tilt my head to the side. “Watch me.”
“I’m calling the cops,” the douche says, right before he headbutts me.
Pain rattles in my skull, but I don’t let go of him. He cusses, blinking, realizing how stupid that move was. “You really shouldn’t have done that.” I flash him a lethal smile before tossing him to Leo. “Get rid of the trash, and remind him to keep his mouth shut while you’re at it.”
“My pleasure, boss.”
Dion takes a swing at Leo, and Leo pops him square on the nose, leveling him with a second powerful punch that knocks him out cold.
Sierra screams, instantly slapping her hands over her mouth before she wakes Rowan.
Ciro helps Leo carry the unconscious teacher to his car while I wait for Sierra to let rip. Her small fists pound into my chest. “You’re a prick. I hate you. I fucking hate you.” She continues beating her fists on my chest even as I pick her up and carry her inside the house. “You can’t just kill him! Someone will notice he’s missing, and I’m probably the first place they will come looking. How the hell is that protecting us?”
“No one said anything about killing him,” I reply, clamping my hand down on her butt as I walk to her bedroom.
I close the door and throw her down on the crumpled bed, straddling her hips and pinning her in place. She beats at my chest again, bucking her hips and trying to throw me off, but I’m much stronger and I’ve got at least sixty pounds on her. When I’ve had enough of her pitiful attempts to hurt me, I grab her wrists, pulling her arms up over her head as I lean down into her face. “That’s enough,” I grunt, feeling my dick thicken as my body acknowledges the way we are strategically aligned. “If you want to blame someone, blame yourself. I warned you not to bring any man into this house. I told you what would happen if anyone tried to take my place.”
“He wasn’t taking your place, you psycho!” She wriggles underneath me, and all the blood in my body rushes to my cock. “Rowan doesn’t know we’re dating. Dion comes over after Rowan is asleep, and he always leaves before he wakes up.”
