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Without delay, I shoved the screwdriver into his abdomen and his screams filled the room as his face turned blood red.

“Diablo, I’m sorry,” he bellowed like a fucking bitch, a vein pulsing in his forehead. “I didn’t know she was yours. I’m sorry.”

In response, I slowly pulled the screwdriver out of his abdomen so he could feel every single thing. He started coughing, blood trickling down the side of his mouth. He was a fucking mess.

Then I stabbed the screwdriver straight into his abdomen again.

“This is for every woman you ever hurt,” I hissed in a low tone. “And especially for the one you touched upstairs. Because she isla reinaand you are fucking dirt under her feet.”

Much to my dismay. The fucker only lasted ten minutes.

Goddamn coward.

* * *

I’d committed plenty of cold-blooded murders. And I’d done it for various reasons. For raping a child, killing an innocent, or destroying the life of an innocent.

But I’d never killed someone out of jealousy.

Yes, my fucking bouncer scared my reina, but I’d be a fucking liar if I didn’t admit to myself that it gnawed at me that he touched her. He fucking touched her. Marred her snow white skin with his filthy fingers.

It took all of my control not to go after her and drag the beautiful, young woman home with me.

It was my fault. I knew giving this fucker a chance was a bad fucking move. It was the last time I’d ever let my father convince me of anything. This guy was a fucking psychopath. A real one. He liked to fuck rough and beat even rougher.

The anger simmered, making my blood run a few degrees hotter. The guy deserved to die.

Once I cleaned up, I headed upstairs to my office. As I neared my office, I could hear soft whimpers. It should have been my clue, but I was so fucking pissed off that it didn’t register in my brain. Instead, I cracked my neck to release some of the tension and as I neared my office.

I entered it to find my father’s hand around a young woman’s neck, hissing something under his breath.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” I wasn’t in the mood for this today. Did all fucking predators decide to show up on the opening night of my new club? I strode towards the two of them. “Let go of her,” I hissed.

I wasn’t above killing another man today.

Father or not.

ChapterFour

SAILOR

One moment.

Just one moment of unawareness and the guy snatched me, shoving me against the wall. My hands shook, adrenaline and fear still thick in my veins. I took deep breaths in and then exhaled, repeatedly.

Stupid. I was so goddamn stupid. How many times had Anya told me to always be alert? Never to lower my guard when in public. Or even at home. Not unless we were alone.

Another deep inhale.Exhale.

By the time I joined my girlfriends at the bar with the man trailing behind me, my pulse was somewhat steady. Although with every step closer to them, I worried whether I had gotten us in trouble.

I took a moment to scan the area. Sleek, black velvet booths surrounded the space and black crystal chandeliers hung from above.

The girls were standing in front of the bartender sipping on drinks like we had done this a million times. We hadn’t. It was our first time in a club. Not our first time drinking. We drank plenty during this break. Our first time away from home. Alone.

I glanced behind me, almost expecting to see the stranger again. He wasn’t there. He was extremely handsome. Dangerously so. It’d be impossible to forget his face. Mesmerizing eyes. Jet-black hair. He had the perfect five o’clock shadow, and his cheekbones were so sharp that when my fingers wrapped around his nape, I couldn’t resist brushing them over the soft hair at the nape of his neck.

Except he was the devil. The tattoo on his hand couldn’t have been clearer.Diablo. And he saved me. He swept in and saved me.