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“I’ve had enough!” He reached for the button of is pants and lifted to pull them down along with his tight white underwear. I gagged at the sight; I could feel what was left of my alcohol rising to the top. “I am gonna fuck you in every hole until you have nothing else smart to say!”

He reached down and untied one of my legs forcefully. I kicked fiercely once I was loose. I wasn’t going out without a fight. He raised his hand and slapped me across my face so forcefully I felt my body still temporarily.

“Yea that’s what I fuckin’ thought!” He yelled in my face, forcing his weight on top of me. I closed my eyes tight bracing for him to enter me.

“Get the fuck off her!” I heard what sounded like bone cracking before I felt lighter. Like Wylder’s body was no longer on top of me. I opened my eyes quickly knowing that voice so well.

Pharaoh! He came for me. My brain was still foggy from the impact of the slap, but I could focus enough to see Pharaoh raining down blow after blow on Wylder. With each heavy blow I could hear bones breaking. He was punching viciously like he hated him more than I did. Wylder wasn’t moving. His limbs hung loosely and flapped around like a fish out of water. I knew he was inches away from death. But I didn’t want it to end this way. I wanted my lick back. I needed my lick back.

“Pharaoh!” He stopped mid punch and looked my way. anger deep in his eyes. I know he wanted to kill him, but I need him to let me do it. “No baby.” Was all I could whisper out. His frown slowly faded before he let Wylder’s body fall and stood to come to me.

He unbuckled the restraints and helped me lift off the table. I stood carefully and looked up into his eyes. The eyes of the man that had me captivated since the day I stumbled on to the elevator. The man that had come into my life and shown me it’s okay to just be a lady. No need for the tough exterior because he was my protector and shield.

My eyes watered at the sight of him as he wrapped his arms around me and allowed me to bury my face in his chest and cry.

Chapter Twenty-Five

PHARAOH

Iwas headed to my car to go looking for Blythe when Autumn came running out. Jah had just pulled up in it. Clyde had taken him to go get it so he could go home to his family. Was no point in him sitting around and I didn’t need more witnesses to what I planned to do to whoever took B.

Autumn said there was movement on the cameras and that was all the confirmation I needed to floor it all the way to her fuckin house. Even still, with no traffic this late at night and speeding it took me over twenty-five minutes to get to her door. I didn’t ask where the movement was coming from but followed my gut and went to the venin room first.

Seeing that nigga on top of her with his dick out and her body completely naked had me seeing red. She looked terrified and her caramel skin had welts and was red. I beat his fuckin’ face in not waiting a second between each blow. I was gonna kill him with my bare hands.

Only Blythe’s voice could stop me. Looking over to her I knew instantly that she didn’t want him dead yet. My baby deserved her lick back for everything he did to her tonight. Untying her restraints I held her body to mines happy ass fuck that she was still alive and somewhat okay. Autumn showed up a few minutes later and wrapped B in a robe. I didn’t allow any of them to keep up, shit they knew the fuckin’ way.

“Thanks, shug.” She spoke to Autumn before looking up in my eyes. “Babe, this is Wylder.” Glancing behind her at the damn near lifeless body. I frowned going through the mental rolodex of names. It took only a split second to remember her saying that was her brother’s best friend’s name. And I understood why she didn’t want me to finish his ass off.

I went to him and dragged him to a restraint chair. I could hear B talking to Autumn instructing her to go and she would call her later. They exchanged hugs and she left taking my brother with her.

As soon as they were gone, I doused his dumb ass in ice cold water making him wake up thinking he was drowning. He gasped for air trying to look around with both his eyes damn near swollen shut.

“Hi Wylder.” Blythe spoke damn near sounding like someone else. She wasn’t my B right now; she was Mistress Venin for sure. “You had a lot of things to say tonight, and I really appreciate all the information. It’s good to know it wasn’t just bad luck but a crazy ass family that was determined to ruin mine. But guess what baby. We get the last laugh.” She moved around him her bare feet slapping against the floors. Wrong fuckin’ time I know but seeing her boss up and play in her Dom role had my dick hard as shit. “Baby, can you do me a favor and hand me that small chain on the wall?” I smirked and did as she requested. Walking it back over to her she was tugging at his pants and pulling them down along with his underwear. Not wanting to see what she was bout to do with his dick; I stood behind him and focused on her pretty ass face. She bent down and maneuvered between his legs. He screamed and bucked with each motion. Standing she pulled the end of the chain. “Don’t worry love, I will let you keep your balls.” She spoke low and slowly. She was so damn calm I was almost afraid. “One more favor babe.”

“Anything for you angel.” She blushed before responding.

“There is a pocketknife in the first aid box. Do you mind bringing it to me?” I nodded and did as she requested.

“No, don’t you fuckin’ dare. I swear my mom will kill you if you do anything to me.” I could still hear Wylder talking shit and bucking in his chair. He had to be an idiot to talk shit knowing he was bout to be castrated. I walked back over with the knife and stood back letting her do her thang.

She didn’t hesitate at all. She brought the knife between his legs and all you could hear was a gut-wrenching scream leave his body. She stood and blood coated her hands. Smirking she dropped the knife and stood back with satisfaction written on her face.

“I’m done babe.” She spoke looking me in the eye.

“We can’t let him live B.” I responded lost on why she didn’t want to finish him off.

“You do it then. I’m tired of people turning me in to someone I’m not. I’m not a killer. Even when he would deserve for me to do just that for everything he has done to me. I got my lick back.” Nodding I walked up behind him and wrapped my forearm around his neck. I squeezed tighter and tighter, his body bucking wildly. He tried to scream but I was crushing his windpipe with my forearm. Grabbing his head with my other hand I pulled hard and fast snapping his neck.

I was far from a fucking killer, but I would do anything to protect her. Like I said before she brings out the damn beast in me. Moments later the door creaked open and a man in a suit stepped in.

“Mistress Venin?” He spoke before his eyes landed on me, a bloody Blythe and the body in the chair. I moved toward him ready to kill his ass too.

“No, babe. He’s fine.” She spoke stepping toward us.

“Counselor Rosewood.” She spoke.

“Don’t worry. I come in peace. I was coming to finish my warning about him and Linda, but he must have beat me to the punch. I swear I didn’t know any of this was going on Blythe.” He tried to move to her and I stood between them. “Don’t worry about any of this. I will clean him and Linda’s body up.” He spoke and I looked at B with a frown. She wore the same expression, confused as me.