Valentino:
I dont think Elizabeth will be able to fight back, and i dont trust Javier. He's new - i dont know him that well, so leaving my wife alone with him might not be smart, hence my reasoning to go see her.
I entered our private gym.
As i entered, I saw a damsel in distress, elizabeth, standing over an unconscious Javier, with blood pouring from both of his nostrils.
"Did you do this?" I asked, stepping closer, i was shocked, but she couldn't see that.
"Uhm.." she said in a quiet voice, scared. But her face quickly appeared shocked as i smirked at her strength.
"I should've hired someone stronger, huh?" I winked before telling someone to go clean Javier up.
Im speechless, I think I just internally face planted. why did I say that?
I just treated the grown woman like a child when they first learn how to ride a bicycle.
I walked off, leaving her to go fetch her phone.
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But when I returned, I saw Marcus, fucking English marcus, touching my wife. My wife! I stood behind them, but the more I waited, the more my stomach dropped.
lower.
lower.
lower.
"Hey, are you new here?" He asked, his stupid fucking British accent coming out.
"Um no, my husband says I need self defence training here, why?" She smiled, quite obviously trying to let him know shes married and not interested, I think.
"I couldnt stop myself from introducing myself, your beauty compelled me." He rested his hand on her shoulder and laughed some more, he towered over her, his hands lay low on her waist, his touch sent an uncomfortable wave of shivers around her, and you could see her shudder.
Fury powered its way through me, nothing has ever made me this mad over a woman. But this. This was it.
"But hey, dont tell your husb-"
"Marcus." I said, loud but calm, the adrenaline excites me.
He turned around fast, straightening his posture, he swallowed heavily, his eyes widened, his structure shuddered.
He knows somethings wrong, and I know exactly what that is.
" I see you have met my wife." I added, winking trying to lower the tension he feels.
"Shes y-your wife?" He asked, his voice shaking and his chest slowly beating faster.
"Sí." I nodded.
"Im, Im- "
"Fucked." I stated.
Gotta let em know in advance right?
His mouth opened slightly, his nostrils flared ever so much, and his eyes allowed you to see straight into his soul with the amount of emotion they showed.
"Lets go talk." I turned around and began walking out of the room, until the bastardo thought it was a question.
"Im- Im still lifting and training " he stuttered.
"Do you think you have the power to ignore me?"
He shook his head.
"Then fucking move!" I boomed, shaking the house with the intensity of it.
He quickly jogged behind me as I walked towards my office.
I opened the door, ushering him to a chair, before closing the door and sitting too.
"Talk."
He stayed silent.
"Ill put it in question form. Clearly your stupid fucking ass can't process words."
"Why. Were. You. Touching my wife?"
"Well you see I-"
"GET TO THE POINT." I slammed my hands on the desk, snapping I was about to fucking gut this man.
"I-I saw her standing there, and she-"
"She what."
"She looked so- I didnt do anything!" After he said that, you saw the sadness flash through his eyes.
"So you thought you'd harrass her?" I ignored his lie of not doing anything.
He frowned.
"You thought, after she had said she was married, and flashed her ring to you, it was your invitation to only come closer to her, place your hands on her- my wife's waist then FUCKING DENY YOU DID IT?" I stood up grabbing my gun from my desk draw and pushed him up against the wall against his throat.
"I'm so sorry, forgive me.. I didn't know she was your wife." He whispered, his chest basically pounding up and down.
"You know, it is okay.. I guess." I say.
He enlightened a little bit well that was until he saw my fist go straight for his face.
He knew it was the end of him.
The end of his entire fucking bloodline.
I cant have more of the Marcus' running around.
I shoved him forward and out of my office.
I painfully forced a gun to his back and pushed him through the halls, we passed elizabeth, and her eyes screamed " oh. My . God."
I looked at her with fury.
We made it to the basement
It may have been overboard, but im the boss.
Or anything else thats fucking shit on my team.
Ill make sure his screams echo all the way to his mothers house in the fucking united kingdom where he should have stayed eating his crumpets and drinking his tea.
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