Hate is the New Love

Chapter 11

Ethan glared at the magazine sitting on the table. His eyes trained on that evil pixie's face on the magazine. Her green eyes penetrated right through his skin to his heart and straight to his soul. The calculative yet playful glint in her eyes, mocking him, challenging him to come and get her. It pissed him off to no end that she disobeyed him once again.

It was not the first time; Emma ignored him and his instruction. She never listened and that pissed Ethan to no end.

"The fucking nerve of that little pixie."

Ethan growled in rage. He was beyond pissed at this point. He clearly instructed her father to not let her do the photoshoot. And what does she do? She goes and does the fucking photoshoot anyway when he clearly said no.

"How many men have thought about her now?"

Even the thought made him so enraged that he wanted to find every single person who bought the magazine and shoot them between the eyes. Nobody was fucking allowed to think about her like that even in their dreams. She was his and only his. Ethan roared in his head like a possessive beast.

Emma was really asking for it now. He'll show her how to deny him anything ever again. Ethan growled in rage as he snatched the magazine from the table.

"Fucking clean up." Ethan roared.

Ethan stalked out of the restaurant room.

His eyes flashing red with absolute furry. His hands clutched tightly into tight fists as if to control the anger bubbling in his blood. The mother fucker had some nerve demanding what was his. He'll died before he let anyone even think about her let alone take her away from him.

That good for nothing bastard had the audacity to look at what was his. He deserved everything he got. Ethan growled in his mind like a rabid beast trapped in a cell.

He wanted to no needed to see her right away. He felt as if he was dying from inside out with every passing second. Something sharp was clawing and scratching him inside out as he burned for the needed to be with her this very instant.

Ethan could wait any longer. He had to have her right now. Everything can rot in hell for all he cares, he just needed to see her. To hold her. To feel her just once.

Jay growled in annoyance and rubbed his temple as an another headache probed his temples. He stared at the fucker lying on the floor with a gunshot to his head. The shithead had to really fuck it all up and now Jay was the one left to deal with his bullshit.

"Didn't you hear the boss? Clean the fuck up." Jay roared at his team as he too tucked the gun back in his pants and followed Ethan out of the private room.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Jay growled at his best-friend as they both enter the lobby of the restaurant. A few people passed him a dirty look but when he snarled like a monster at them, they quickly turned back to their food.

"None of your fucking business." Ethan snarled back at his friend.

It was this fucker's fault in the first place. He brought him here to meet that shit head. Ethan growled as he grabbed Jay's collar in order to punch him in the face.

Ethan raised his fist to punch his best friend and Jay turned his head to the side, waiting for the impact of the punch but it never came.

Jay slowly opened his eyes to stare his best friend as he stood frozen in front of him. His eyes stuck to something or someone behind him. He didn't even blink but kept staring.

Ethan dropped his hand from Jay's collar and pushed him out of the way. His eyes staring at her hungrily, drinking her in like she was the last drop of water in the desert.