Page 42 of King of Sin
That silence only made Elias angrier, because there was nothing to push against, nothing to break through.
“We’re going to have to pay millions to fix what you did,” Elias continued, dragging a hand through his hair, his frustration turning heavier now. “But that’s not even the point.”
He stepped closer, lowering his voice slightly, like he was trying not to explode.
“The point is I told you we’d send men to handle Vincent. That’s what we agreed on. But you—” he pointed at Cassian, his expression tightening, “—you refused. You went there yourself.”
Now he stopped right in front of him.
“Now look at you.”
His gaze moved slowly over Cassian’s injuries, taking in everything at once—the torn sleeve hanging loose, the dried blood staining his knuckles, the bruising along his jaw, the cut at his neck that looked like it had only just stopped bleeding. There was something almost disbelieving in Elias’s expression now, like he was staring at a man who had crossed a line he couldn’t come back from.
“You completely lost your head.”
Cassian’s expression didn’t change.
Elias let out a sharp breath through his nose, shaking his head slowly.
“Are you even thinking straight anymore?”
No answer.
“I don’t think you are,” he said, quieter now, but sharper in meaning. “I think you’ve already lost it.”
On the bed behind them, Juliet lay perfectly still.
Her body looked calm, almost asleep, but her fingers beneath the blanket had curled tightly into the fabric. Her breathing had slowed, controlled in a way that didn’t match the storm building inside her.
Cassian had gone to the club.
Because of her?
And he had beaten Vincent half to death.
Why would he do that?
Nothing about it made sense.
Elias exhaled again, tired now, and waved a hand toward Cassian.
“You shouldn’t even be standing right now. Go get treated. Calm down.”
That was when everything shifted.
Cassian turned.
So fast it almost felt violent.
His eyes lifted, and the fury in them hit the room like a physical force, as if something inside him had snapped clean open at the suggestion.
“I’m going to ruin that motherfucker completely.”
Elias closed his eyes for a second like he was physically restraining himself.
“This is exactly what I’m talking about,” he muttered.
Cassian dragged a hand over his face, exhaling sharply, like he was trying to pull himself back under control. For a brief moment, his gaze shifted—almost instinctively—toward Juliet.
