Chapter Eighteen
Devious
I t pissed me off that Roselyn told me that this motherfucker, her father, puts his hands on her. I don’t care what he does to other bitches, but he will not put his hands on my wife ever again. She belongs to me, and I’ll kill any man who hurts her. I care about Roselyn’s feelings and her well-being. I can’t help my fascination with her and I want Roselyn, but I don’t like that I like her. She’s growing on me. When I left the house, she was sleeping in the bed with her cat, and I called in a prescription for my allergy medication. As long as she follows the rules and keeps the animal away from me, then we won’t have to get rid of it. I’m trying hard to make her living situation better in my home.
I open the door to the warehouse as I put him in charge of the gun department for the rest of the week. When I step inside, the light from the foggy glass window brightens the room, and gunshots fire test shots and my soldiers pack up guns into boxes.
I fix my tie as I scan the room, spotting Lex speaking to one of the soldiers, instructing him to load up the truck with the weapons.
“Lex,” I call out his name and he turns around, eyes narrowing on me. I usually don’t show up here in the middle of the day unless someone fucked up, hence some of my soldiers’ eyes are on me suspiciously. Fear is in their pupils.
“Meet me in the office,” I demand.
He nods, following suit. Once we’re inside of the office, I close the blinds and instruct him to take a seat. The office is cramped and can fit maybe three people. There is a metal desk tucked into a corner, and I lean against it.
“What’s going on, boss?” He sits in the executive chair and leans back in it.
I place my hands behind my back.
“Roselyn told me that you slapped her across the face on the day of our wedding.” My tone is cold and detached.
His facial expression is devoid of emotion.
I lean forward, placing my palms onto the desk. “She told me you hit her a few times, and I’m not happy to hear that.”
He straightens his spine like a needle. “I told her not to give you any trouble. My daughter needs to be controlled.”
I sigh. “Here is the problem I have with you. You don’t put your hands on my wife and think you’re going to get away with it.”
He slides his hands into his pockets. “She’s my daughter, I’ll beat her if I want to. Besides, you weren’t married to her when I slapped her.” He taps his fingers onto the desk. “Why do you care? She told me that you don’t treat her right, that you locked her up in your mansion.” He straightens his tie. “It seems like to me you don’t give a fuck about Roselyn.”
Seeing red, I walk up to him and place my hand on the back of his neck. Next, I bang his head against the desk and grab him by a fistful of hair, punching him in the nose and throat. He gasps for air, staring at me in shock. Blood drips from his nose onto the desk.
“Here is where you’re wrong. I give a fuck about Roselyn. I care about her well-being, and she’s my main priority. She’s mine. No one is allowed to hurt her and get away with it. Not even her piece-of-shit father.” I grin.
I remove my gun from my holster and place it in his mouth, and I cock it. “Let me make something clear. Roselyn doesn’t belong to you, she belongs to me, and if you ever, I mean ever, put your hands on my wife, I’ll put a bullet through your skull. You do not fuck with what’s mine. This is strike two with me. You get another strike, and I’ll take this same gun and decorate a wall with what’s inside of your skull. Do I make myself clear, Lex?”
I remove the gun from his mouth and tuck it back into my holster, while he stares at me as if he’s going to kill me. I would love to see him do it.
“Now get back to work,” I say, before exiting the office.