Page 8 of Monster
Throwing back his head, Pope laughed. “There’s not much to perv on from what I can see.” He roared at his own joke and my face closed down. It wasn’t even a frown. I literally shut down. I had to, otherwise my emotions would get the better of me and I would hurt someone.
And by God, I wanted to hurt someone. I wanted to do it so badly that my palms itched with need.
“Or are you saying it’s not you?” Cyber cocked his head to the side. His face was serious. “Because I have to say, brother, it really looks like you.” He scanned the tablet sitting on the bar in front of him. His brow furrowed. “Even has the same sca...”
He didn’t get to finish as I launched myself off the chair with a snarl. Behind the bar, Gypsy, who had been ignoring our little non-official meeting the entire time, gave a strangled cry, her shoulders hunching.
I froze and shame bubbled up. I was an asshole. I wanted to hurt someone but I didn’t want her to be scared of me. She had been through enough.
Fang was at her side in an instant. Using his much bigger frame to shield her from me like I would hurt her. Like my rage was aimed at her. When he turned to me, his eyes were blazing in his tanned face. “I suggest you settle the fuck down.”
The warning in his voice was clear. And I had no doubt that he would put me on my ass if I didn’t calm down. Sucking in a breath, I blew it out in a long shaky stream. “Sorry, Gypsy, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Shoulders hunched and looking every bit like a whipped puppy, I headed back to my seat.
She gave me a watery smile and I knew I was forgiven because that was just the kind of person he was. She whispered something into Fang’s ear and then disappeared into the back, giving us men some privacy to talk, and no doubt calming her frayed nerves at the same time.
Itwasme in the heavily doctored pictures that had been posted on a website, aptly named - Monster dick…he wishes! I recognised the scenes from the videos I had given Gio. Me lounging on the bed, me standing naked and proud with a slender leg hooked over my hips. They were all screenshots from the video I had taken of Angela.
Except someone had edited in the smallest dick I had ever seen onto my body.
It was fucking mortifying. And it had gone viral. I didn’t really know what that meant but I knew it was bad. I knew it meant a shit ton of people had seen it.
“That’s not my dick,” I spat to no one in particular.
“We know, brother.” Cyber clamped his hand down on my shoulder but his laughter filled the air, bubbling up unannounced and unwanted to fill the sudden quiet. I threw him a look, my eyes narrowing, and he held his hands up in surrender.
“But you have to admit, it's pretty damn funny.”
Funny? It wasn’t funny. It was embarrassing. Karma had well and truly bitten me on the ass. But how could I be mad when I had done the same thing to her?
“Did no one think to look into her background before you went off on your little seduction trip?” Cyber raised his eyes to me and I shook my head. I hadn’t even thought about it. I thought Gio would have that aspect of it covered.
“She’s a damn graphic designer, Monster, works for a bougie little advertising firm with some big-spending clients.”
I had assumed, wrongly it seemed, that Angela Monroe was nothing but a spoiled little rich girl, who lived off her daddy and liked to live on the wild side.
“She literally does this for a living.”
“She puts little dicks on other men’s bodies for a living?”
Cyber rolled his eyes.
“Can’t you get it taken down?”
My question sobered him up instantly. “I can give it a go, but it’s out there now. Might do more harm than good trying to get it taken down. You should just forget it and let all the hype die down.”
Drumming my fingers on the table, I stared at the scarred wood, pondering his words. Let it die down? He said it as if it was an easy thing to do. I couldn't just let it slide. Angela would have to pay. I wasn’t sure how yet but she was going to. If she thought I had ruined her life before, she was in for a very rude awakening.
“Take a walk with me, Monster.” Fang's voice was clipped. My head snapped around with the commanding tone it had. But stiffly, I got to my feet.
It wasn’t until we were outside that he spoke again. “This is bothering you more than it should. Why?”
I blinked at him dumbfounded. But my voice when I spoke was calm, in total opposition to the rage I could feel inside. “How would you feel if Gypsy…?” I trailed off. I sounded like a child. A spoiled, petulant child.
“Do you even know Gypsy?” Fang studied me. “She wouldn’t even hesitate to pull this kind of shit on me. She would find it funny. Some women are just feisty like that.”
“Feisty? She plastered my face and someone else’s dick all over the damn internet, Fang. That shit isn’t funny. It could…” I was about to say ruin my reputation and snapped my lips shut again.
Fuck.
