Page 64 of Ruthless King

Bo’s jaw tightens, the faint flicker his only tell. Does he have any idea what’s coming for him today? He marches down the steps then turns at the corner to the alley behind the restaurant. His cousin Feng and another guy, one of the idiots from the Heart Ball, stand in the shadows.

“So what brings you here today,capo?” Bo’s busted lip snarls around the last word.

I tilt my head to the side, the sharp crack making Feng flinch. I can’t help the smile his reactions brings. I step closer to Bo, so close his loud ass cologne makes my nostrils twitch. “I’ve heard a disturbing rumor that a video of you and Stella may exist?”

The asshole grins so wide it takes every ounce of restraint not to knock his teeth in. “You still fucking my leftovers?”

My hand juts out, fingers wrapping around his throat before his men can move a muscle. Tony pulls out his gun and trains it at Bo’s head. “I already warned you what would happen if you talked about her like that.”

I apply more pressure to his Adam’s apple. He still smirks, but his throat bobs like mad beneath my thumbs.

“I’ll snap your windpipe right now, Bo. Tony will take out these two idiots before either of them make a move. Is that what you want?”

“You’ll start a war,” Feng hisses.

“Maybe it’s time for the unavoidable.” My voice is deceptively calm. Inside my blood boils at this asshole’s disrespect. Of all the men Stella could’ve been with, why thistesta di cazzo?

“What do you want?” Bo rasps out.

“I want the truth. I need to know if such a video exists.”

Again, that fucking smile.

“Don’t!” I snarl.

“Don’t what?” The grin falters as I squeeze harder.

“Don’t even think about her, about the two of you together.” Crimson seeps into my vision, my chest rising and falling faster.Dio, I can’t fucking handle the image. The two of them together coalesce in my mind, the sickest torture. “Damn it, Bo. Does it exist or not?”

Tony cocks the gun and presses the barrel to Bo’s temple. “Answer the man,coglione.”

Feng and the other guy both go rigid.

“Is there a problem here, Luca?” Jianjun’s withered voice snakes through the thick silence.

“Nope, no problem,” I answer without turning. “I’m just trying to get an answer from your son.”

The old man hisses something in Mandarin.

Bo heaves out a breath. “No.”

“No what?” I hiss.

“There’s no video.”

“You sure?” I press my thumbs into his throat, and he chokes on a breath.

“That prude would never let me tape her,” he pants. “The few times she did let me fuck her she just laid there in the dark, under the covers.”

I swallow down the fury as more images rush through my mind. This motherfucker didn’t deserve her, not for a second. My fingers tighten, and Bo’s face glows a satisfying crimson.

“Luca …,” Tony warns.

Dio, I want to end him. But damn it, Feng is right. I’d start a war, and I’d only end up putting Stella in harm’s way.

“Lascialo!” he grits out.

I’ll let him go when I’m damned good and ready. I sear my gaze to his, eyes narrowing. “I warned you at the ball, and I’ll do it one more time and that’s it. Erase Stella from your mind, don’t think about her, don’t talk about her, and most importantly never lay a hand on her. If I find out you so much as breathed around her, I’ll choke the life out of you and everyone you’ve ever met.Capisci?”