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Aiden moves to the back of the cab and pops the trunk open wide and then turns, patting Ricky on the shoulder. “My apologies, let’s see what we can do about that, brother.” I audibly scoff. I don’t even give a fuck at this point.
Aiden pats the bottom edge of the trunk calmly.
“I’d like you to put your hands here, Rick.”
I flick my gaze up. My heart jumps into my throat, and Ricky’s mouth falls open, as if he heard Aiden wrong. I wonder the same thing.
“What?” Ricky questions.
In just a fraction of a second, Aiden’s eyes have gone stone cold. Vacant. They’re filled with a sort of ice-cold rage that actuallydoesscare me. He grips Ricky by his polo shirt collar, practically lifting him off the ground, as if the action takes absolutely no effort.
A rush of adrenaline courses through me at the power andcommand he exudes. It’s not something that can be learned. It’s raw, masculine, fierce, and protective. Watching him like this has me tingling with anticipation and warmth all over.
“I said,” Aiden growls, “put your filthy. Fucking. Hands. Here.” His eyes are a murderous storm, and he pounds the frame of the trunk so hard with his free hand that I flinch. So does Cara.
Aiden’s bicep flexes as he lets go of Ricky, and he pats the trunk once more, his eyes laser focused. The eyes of a dark god about to unleash fury, and just that look alone further ignites the spark I felt the first time I saw him.
“Come on, man, oh fuck. I’m gonna fucking throw up.” Ricky backs up a few feet, looking to the road at the other end of the alley, probably assessing his chances of escaping, but Aiden isn’t having it. He almost looks bored. “If you try to run, my men will cut you off at the street, and then I’ll have to shoot you.” He shrugs. “Probably right in the fucking dick for cheating on Michelle, because she’s Roz’s niece, and you know what? She’s a good fucking girl who deserves better.” I watch as he lights a smoke and takes a long inhale.
“So, the way I see it, you have two options. Either put your fucking hands where I tell you. Or…” He pulls his cut back, revealing a thick sheathed knife at his hip. “I start taking body parts. And I won’t be nice about it, because I don’t like having my fucking time wasted, Ricky. My time is valuable, understand?”
Fire blooms beneath my skin, watching Aiden punish this filthy little rodent. There’s no line between the hatred Ishouldfeel for him and the lust Idofeel. Guilt and pure desire coil like a hurricane through my body. Because I know I’m going to enjoy this creep meeting his fate.
Aiden takes another long, deep inhale and then drops thebutt to the damp ground below, slowly closing the distance between him and Ricky. Cara is hyperventilating beside me, but I’m oddly calm and fixated, watching Aiden.
Heat slinks up my spine, over my hips, and between my thighs. A deep need stirs in the very marrow of my bones. It’s wrong, but it’s unstoppable, because watching Aiden Foxx wield his power is fucking electrifying.
Chapter 16
Mia
“Fuck…” Ricky starts to cry as he puts his shaky hands on the frame of the trunk.
“Please… I’m sorry,” he begs. “Please, I—”
Aiden doesn’t even hesitate. He holds Ricky’s body steady with the weight of his own, then slams the trunk door.
No remorse. No sympathy.
The sound of Ricky’s anguished scream fills the air as the trunk door pops back up. He collapses to the ground, sobs racking his body. My thoughts run wild as a deep, delicious energy settles in my lower belly at this man’s savage display of conviction.
“Oh my God, he’s gonna kill me,” Cara whimpers, dropping to her knees in the filthy alley, shivering even though the air isn’t cool at all.
I shiver for an entirely different reason, not saying a word, standing with my arms folded over my chest so Aiden doesn’t see my pebbled nipples through my dress.
He picks Ricky up and places his mutilated hands on the frame again. They’re bleeding, but the gore of it doesn’t faze me. Ienjoyit.
“You see, Ricky…” Aiden starts as Ricky vomits beside the cab. “Youknowthe rule. You don’t fuck the women in my clubs. I don’t care if they fuckingbegyou… I don’t care if they drug you and climb up onto your tiny, inconsequential fucking dick. You will always be at fault, and your answer is alwaysno.” Aiden holds Ricky’s sagging body in place against the open trunk of the cab, moving ruthlessly. He has no fear of being caught, no fear of being stopped as Ricky cries out, bracing himself.
“Please…” he trails off.
Aiden grips Ricky by the hair, turning his head to face me. “And you never,everfucking put your hands on a woman! Apologize.”
“I’m sorry,” Ricky cries. “I’m so fucking sorry, please—”
Aiden slams the trunk again.
Where his eyes were cool and void before, they’re now vivid and alive, and so am I.
