Chapter 12
VAHN
Iwas pissed when Emma left the house for her supposed date.
When she came to campus, I realized she was lying and calmed down.
But now, all I could see was red as my fists flew through the air, slamming into this motherfucker’s face.
He tried to rape her. He tried to take what was mine, and now he was going to die.
Prick held up his hands and sputtered, “P-p-please stop.”
“Did she fucking say stop.” I growled and grabbed his balls, crushing them in my hand.
He whimpered out an inhuman noise, but I didn’t care. Fucking prick, with his pathetic cock, had my girl held down on his shitty fucking couch. My girl! If I hadn’t heard Emma cry…
Letting go of his balls, I threw my fist into his face again, and again, and again.
I was going to destroy his pretty boy looks. But hearing his bloody face crack while he gurgled out whimpers wasn’t enough. I wanted this prick to suffer for the few remaining minutes of his miserable life.
I wanted him to feel so much pain that he begged me to kill him. And I would’ve done it. I’d have snapped his neck right then and there. One word stopped me.
“Vahn?”
I paused with my fist in the air, blood dripping off my knuckles, and looked back over my shoulder.
Emma was sitting up with a dazed look on her face.
The right strap of her shirt was torn, blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, and a purple bruise was starting to form on the left side of her jaw.
Motherfucker hit her too. He was definitely going to die.
“Stay there Emma.” I looked down at the prick gurgling on the ground. “I’m not done with this fucker yet.”
“Vahn, stop. He’s had enough.”
“No the fuck he hasn’t.” I grabbed a letter opener that had fallen on the floor when I tossed him across the room. “I’m going to slit his fucking throat.”
I didn’t care if she saw this side of me. I wanted her to see it. If I was going to break my contract and take her, Emma needed to accept all of me. I would not be like my father who hid shit from my wife.
If that meant she watched me kill this fucking slimeball, so be it. She’d be safe, and I’d know if she could handle my world.
I pressed the tip to his neck and prepared to push in, when Emma stood up, and stumbled, falling to the ground. My attention was suddenly no longer on murder.
Abandoning the prick on the ground, I rushed over to Emma.
“Hey,” I cupped her face and took a closer inspection of her injuries. “Be careful.”
She was hurt enough, she didn’t need to hurt herself.
Emma looked deep into my eyes and whispered, “Don’t kill him.”
That pissed me off.
“Why the fuck not?”
He tried to rape her. He’d probably raped other girls. The son of a bitch didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as her. Why the fuck would she try to save his life?
“You’ll go to jail.” She breathed while resting her head on my chest. “And I’ll miss you.”
She wasn’t worried about him. She was worried about me. I couldn’t help but smile at that.
“Okay,” I kissed the top of her head. “I won’t kill him.” Yet.
She wrapped her arms around my waist, and held on like I was her safety. It was in that moment that I realized, it didn’t matter if she could handle my world. She didn’t have a choice because she was mine and I was hers. I’d burn the world down for her, all she had to do was ask.
The position my father expected me to take, my money, my last name, none of it meant anything if I didn’t have her. I’d give it all up in a heartbeat.
“I need to get you to the hospital.” She didn’t look too bad, and I was probably overreacting, but she should get checked out.
“No,” Emma argued. “I want to go home.”
If home was where she wanted to go, then home was where I would take her. I could call a doctor to come there.
I scooped her up in my arms and headed for the door, pausing to look back at the beaten mess groaning on the floor.
“Your days are numbered fucker. I’d enjoy them if I were you.”
The doctor said Emma was fine, and gave her some pills for the pain. I left her to get some rest in her room. I had no idea where Mitch was, he wasn’t answering my texts or calls, which meant he was probably gambling.
His sister was attacked, and he was out spending her money. I’d have that conversation with him later. Right now, I had other things to deal with. Like a certain professor who was still breathing.
Creaking the door open, I peeked in on Emma. She was fast asleep with her pink comforter wrapped around her. So far, there were no signs of nightmares, which was a good thing. My adoptive brother Junior had a rough childhood, and would sometimes wake up screaming.
I didn’t know what happened to him. Whenever I asked, I was told I was too young to understand. But whatever it was, it must’ve been bad. Junior was a tough son of a bitch, not a lot shook him.
Emma didn’t have a tough bone in her body. I blamed myself for that, and Mitch. We should’ve looked into that asshole. He didn’t fit the professor vibe. He walked around campus like he was one of the students. I should’ve seen this coming.
Because of my failure, she’d been hurt. Well, he would never hurt her again.
I quietly shut the door and pulled out my phone.
Emma made me promise that I wouldn’t kill that motherfucker, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t have someone else take care of it. Unfortunately, that meant calling someone I didn’t want to. My would be father in-law.
I dialed the number and huffed out a sigh, “Here goes nothing.”
Preston’s voice was just as cold on the phone as it was in person.
“What do you want Vahn?”
“I need a favor.”
“Is this about breaking the contract?”
What? “How do you know about that.”
“Mason told me.”
Fucking uncle Mason. Great.
Letting out a grumble, I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Did he tell my dad too?”
“Mason’s an idiot but he’s not that stupid.”
Okay, I couldn’t argue with that. My uncle was an idiot.
The next thing out of Preston’s mouth caught me off-guard. “Did you fuck my daughter, Vahn?”
“What!? No.” Where the hell did that come from? Did Trina say something to him? I was screwed if she wanted this marriage to happen.
“Do you want to fuck my daughter?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
My brows knit.
“What?” Did he want me to fuck his daughter?
“Is Trina not good enough for you?” Preston asked.
“No, I’m sure she’s fine…”
“Fine?” He growled. “Did you just call my daughter fine?”
Instead of getting that asshole taken care of, I was going to get myself killed. Emma was going to wake up and find me lying in a pool of blood with my heart next to me on the floor.
“No,” I scoffed. “Of course she’s better than fine. Trina is beautiful, gorgeous even. She’s just not for me.”
“She’s not for you?” Preston repeated. “Why? Because someone else is?”
Exactly how much did my uncle tell him? “Maybe?”
“Is this girl worth your life?”
There was no hesitation. “Yes.”
“Okay then.” Was all he said.
Did that mean he was going to kill me or not?
“Sooo, we’re good?” I asked.
“I guess you’ll find out when you break the contract.”
That wasn’t an answer, not that I’d argue it with him. I was already treading on thin ice. “Well, before you gut me would you mind doing it to someone else?”
“Do you have a certain someone in mind?”
“Adam Winston. He’s a professor at my university.”
“What did he do, give you a bad grade?”
“Why did he have to do something.” As far as I knew Preston didn’t care, or want to know about his targets.
“No one wants someone dead unless they did something.”
Alright, that was a fair point. “He attacked someone.”
“The same someone you want to break the contract for?”
How did he…
“Yes.” I said while looking around for possible hidden cameras.
Was he watching me? Preston was the stalker type, and I was supposed to marry his daughter.
“Alright,” he sighed. “How much you want it to hurt?”
That one was easy. “As much as possible.”
“Consider it done, but you owe me a favor.”
A favor for Preston Whitley, that wasn’t going to be good.
“Oh and Vahn…”
“Yeah?”
“Buy your bird a new cage, that thing’s too small.” He said and hung up.
Son of a bitch.