*Published with Limitless Publishing*
Pre-order on 27th April
Release on 7th May
Highest Rank #17 in Action. [20/10/18]
"She thinks she's strong enough to fight me. I'm about to prove her wrong."
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My only goal is to keep my club safe at all cost...
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Picture of Reaper aka Fraser
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🎵...AND IF ONLY I COULD HOLD YOU,
YOU'D KEEP MY HEAD FROM GOING UNDER...🎵
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WARNING: MATURE CONTENTS AHEAD
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DOMINIC
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
I slam my fist into the punching bag but the only thing it manages to do is make me angrier. Those fucking dark eyes still haunt me as I keep hitting the bag making it shake in protest.
"Wow, what did the punchin' bag did to you?"
I turn to face a smiling Reaper standing behind me. At any day, I would have sent him off with a middle finger. But today, the only way I greet him by throwing my fist on his face. I must've surprised him because he loses his balance staggering a little.
"Fuck!" he cries out, cradling his nose. Wiping the blood, he shouts loud enough for everyone to hear. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
I force out a laugh. "Fight me."
"I'm not gonna fight you, Prez." Spitting some blood out from his mouth, he continues. "Not when you can very well snap my neck."
Those dark eyes.
Taunting me.
Destroying me.
"Reaper, fight me!" I could've begged him to let those memories to take away. How it felt like she only danced for me. Only I was allowed to touch her, fuck her, and destroy her. Like I was the only one worthy of her mind, body, and soul.
It wasn't working.
Fuck, it wasn't.
"Prez, are you all right?" Reaper asks after a while when none of us say a word. Resentment is eating me away. I don't lust after girls. Especially girls that belong to Cornwall's. No one can dance numbers if they don't belong to Cornwall's strip club. And that bastard had always eyes on the troublesome crazy ones.
No wonder. I hate her too.
She makes me want to choke her with my bare hand and at the same time driving into her warm glove.
It was a fucking surprise that she gave me a raging hard-on only by watching.
"Do we have anyone in the cell we don't need anymore? I need to kill something," I ask Reaper, whose mouth falls open in shock. I need a distraction. And what's better than finishing off some fuckers?
"Prez I think—"
"Lead the way, Reaper." Lifting the gun I really don't need any more talking as he is already walking ahead of me. A shadow falls over me when we reach the dark cell and one of Cornwall's man greets me.
