Page 42 of The Stallion (Men Under Revue #2)

Dallas

I had minor concerns for Bria and this task.

Based on how she reacted to Emily right before her test, I knew she was prone to jealousy, which could potentially negatively affect her ability to complete our task.

The positive take was that her life wasn’t on the line if she had to suddenly leave the suite, unable to cope with the conditions. She wasn’t required to be in the room or the one pulling the trigger anymore.

This job would either be substantially difficult for her to handle—seeing me close with another woman—or increasingly easy, if she allowed for her territorial side to fuel her desire to kill instead of letting the surge of emotions take over and drive her to run instead.

Placing my palm lightly against her lower back, I ushered my sweet girl into the suite, entirely confident that she would make the right decisions once we were inside .

Although I had to admit, I didn’t account for them to separate us from the moment we’d entered.

As Bella looped her arm through mine and escorted me into the living room, I kept a watchful eye on my wife, ready to just shoot them both and call it a night.

Anything would be better than the thought of another man’s hands on my wife right now—touching what was fucking mine. The memory of Leroy and the way he spoke to her playing on repeat like a broken fucking record.

I didn’t hear half the shit Bella was trying to say to me, just intermittently nodding.

At the same time, I stared across the room at my sweet girl, seeing her become just as uncomfortable as I felt while this fucking she-wolf dragged her claws all across my body, just waiting to sink her fangs into me.

I was so fucking close to pulling my gun out, having enough of the unwelcome groping, until I heard the sound of a glass shattering and realized that Bria had smashed hers on the cart, and was already charging toward us with feral rage burning deep within her eyes.

As she launched herself at Bella, I fell to the side, my elbow supporting my weight as I watched the two of them duke it out. My sweet girl trying her fucking hardest to ram the sharp end of the glass stem into the woman’s neck while she attempted to fight her off.

It wasn’t funny, but it was, and I found myself laughing hysterically as I admired my wife in all her savage glory. This was way better than watching her kill fucking Leroy on video. Seeing her in this element first hand was fucking magnificent—entertainment at its prime.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught the look of sheer horror on Oliver’s face as he witnessed the vicious attack on his wife.

“What the fuck?!”

“Oliver, I’m surprised you’re even asking that fucking question.” I chuckled, my words dripping with malice as I pulled the gun from behind my back and directed it straight at him.

My sweet fucking girl could handle Bella. I wasn’t in the least bit worried about helping her.

“You motherf—”

“Get this fucking psycho bitch off of me!” The banshee beside me shrieked, and she struggled to shake Bria from her lap, her eyes flaring as the stem tip crept closer toward her delicate skin.

“You groped my husband. The chest and the face, I could live with, but I saw your slutty hand drift far lower and I don’t share my husband’s cock with anyone— period .”

I was rock fucking hard for my sweet girl. Hearing her seethe with such rage over a bit of sleight of hand. I should just shoot these two right now and fuck her in their bed.

“Oliver!” Bella screamed in fear, and I noticed Oliver’s hesitation as he attempted to move in our direction.

So in pure Ryan fashion, I fired off a warning shot at the wall just to the right of his head, startling him.

“One more step and the next goes straight through your head.” A threat that was more of a promise than anything. “Enjoy the show, Oliver. My money is on my sweet girl.” I felt my proud as fuck smile down to the deepest part of my soul, she was so fucking unhinged—fucking perfection.

Without removing my full attention from Oliver, I glanced over at my wife for a split second, catching her playful wink of reassurance just before she rammed her knee into Bella’s stomach.

The move left her winded, her concentration faltering, giving Bria the advantage, and she took it without so much as a pause in between.

Stabbing the stem deep into Bella’s neck, there was a gurgled, disjointed scream from Bella as she fought and struggled for survival. It didn’t take long for the woman to fall silent and motionless, sagging to the side with her last breath.

“B-Bella…” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at Oliver’s gasp.

They knew what they were doing and had been given multiple warnings prior.

But instead of learning from their mistakes, they ignored them as if they were nothing more than empty threats, and now that threat was sitting in their living room.

One covered in his wife’s blood and the other about to blow his fucking head off.

“Alright, playtimes over… You and your wife fucked up, big time, and that’s all the explanation you’re going to get. You’ve lost all your chances in this life, how about we try not to fuck up the next.”

“You—” Bang!

Not wasting a second longer on his pathetic ass, I pulled the trigger, my shot landing true as always—right between the fucker’s brow. His body fell to the floor so fucking fast, it was almost comical .

My wife was breathless as our gazes connected, and she was more radiant than ever, covered in Bella’s blood with a wild look in her eyes.

“My sweet, pretty, fucked up girl.” She entranced me as I dropped the gun to the floor, wanting nothing more than to get my hands on her.

Caressing the side of her face, I wiped a fleck of blood splatter from her cheek, admiring the woman who would kill just for me.

A woman who wasn't afraid to display her possessiveness of her husband.

“Flattery will get you everything, Ponyboy.”

Yes it fucking will.

The End.