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Another fucking woman trying to ruin my life. Harold had been quite happy to have me along until his bitch had told him otherwise.
Now I was missing out again. They’d spend the weekend discussing the details of the deal. Details I could have used to expand my own operations and now wouldn’t get to, and why? Because Bethany-Melissa didn’t know what was good for her? Because Luanda had a magic fucking cunt that made Harold gaga?
The rage inside me built by the second.
On the ground floor, I stormed across the lobby, certainly not stopping to get my damn parking validated, like some street rat who couldn’t afford the parking costs. How fucking insulting. Didn’t he know how much money my company had turned over last year?
I got behind the wheel of my new Lamborghini and navigated my way out of the city, my anger mounting with every red light, every car that drove too slow; every dumbass pedestrian who wandered across the road at a snail’s pace.
I was so tempted to run them down. If the entire city hadn’t been covered in security cameras, then I probably would have. It would be natural selection. Taken out for being too damn stupid to cross the road somewhere fucking else.
By the time I got on the freeway that would take me back to Providence, I was fucking fuming. I put my foot down on the accelerator, pushing the car well over the speed limit and not caring one ounce. The cops could chase me if they wanted to. I’d be faster than them anyway, so let them try. I made it back to the Providence exit in record time, only slowed by a car in front of me who took the turn like he had all the fucking time in the world. I rammed my fist on the horn but then swerved around him into the breakdown lane to pass him before he could even respond.
When the cars were side by side, I glanced over, my middle finger raised, even though I knew they couldn’t see me through the dark tint.
There were four people in the car, but only two I’d met before. “Get fucked,” I muttered, recognizing Vaughn and the woman on the seat beside him. Bethany-Melissa’s best friend. The one Leonn, Hugh, and I had shared not that long ago.
She was a slut too, just like her best friend. The fact she was in a car with three men right now was all the proof I needed.
They were all the same. I hoped Vaughn had as much fun with her tight little holes as I had. He could have her. As long as she kept her stupid mouth shut, she could spread her legs for every man in town for all I cared.
I stomped on the accelerator again, zooming past them and losing them easily in the suburban streets of Providence. Leonn and Hugh would already be at my house with a bit of luck, setting up for the Halloween party tomorrow. We could get some beers and pizza when it was done. Maybe get some women over to do the one damn thing they were useful for.
I cruised the last few streets to my home, getting hard over the idea of having a woman bouncing on my cock later that night.
“What the fuck?” I muttered, pulling the car up in the driveway. The green lawn was half decorated with fake tombstones, skeletons, and jack-o’-lanterns. A string of lights lay in a pile, waiting for someone to untangle it. The mist maker I’d bought was set up by the garden, the box it had come in still lying on the lawn, not yet discarded.
None of it was out of place, except for the three people standing in the middle of it all, their shouts audible even over the roar of my engine.
They all looked over at me, and the woman, heavily pregnant, stormed over.
“Is that you in there, Caleb Black, you son of a bitch?” She slammed her fist against the window.
I’ve never opened a door so fast. She had to scramble backward to avoid getting hit by it.
“Who the hell are you? Do you have any idea how much this car is worth?” I checked for any damage, but there was nothing. Bitch got lucky.
She shook her head, her chest heaving. “Do you seriously not remember me?”
I let my gaze flicker over her face, but I was no more aware of who she was than when I’d driven up. “Why would I?”
I hated how important women thought they were. Like I should remember all their names. As if I cared. Arrogant bitches. None of them were so special, and social media needed to stop telling them they were. They’d forgotten their place.
“Do you rape so many women you don’t even remember their faces?”
Leonn and Hugh glanced around, cringing at the shrill tone of her voice. My property was large but still suburban. I had neighbors within earshot, and this bitch shouting accusations was sure to draw the attention of someone sooner or later. I grabbed her arm, digging my fingers in until she yelped in pain.
I loved the rush of power that came from making a woman submit. Especially after a day like today. I hauled her in close to me and hissed in her face. “Say that again, slut, and see what happens.”
She fought me, and the urge to slap her took me fast and hard. But if any of my neighbors had heard her shouts and were peeping out their windows, I wouldn’t be able to cover for striking her. There was no explaining that. Our current hold could be construed as two lovers about to kiss if you weren’t close enough to hear our conversation.
I let her shake her arm free. She stared at me with all the same fire and hate I had for her. Good. At least the feeling was mutual.
“This baby is yours,” she spit in my face.
I looked down at her swollen belly and then laughed. “No, it’s not.”
“It is,” she insisted. “You’re the only one…” Her voice broke off. “There’s no one else it could be.”