Chapter 120

• “I’m not in the mood for shredding my clothes, so how about … if he can get to his truck before I get to him, I forget all about it. He can go, and we’re done.” I raise a brow, sarcasm oozing from every pore, and Colton smiles, looking at our prey. He knows I will make Deacon run back to his truck like a coward and humiliate him in front of everyone without even attempting to follow. I understand why his subs like teasing and tormenting; it gives me a real power kick.
• “I’m not against you shooting him in the back, baby. An eye for an eye.” He leans in and kisses me on the temple, lingering a moment as Deacon continues glancing from him to me and back again. Deacon pales visibly and starts to stammer and stutter. Raising his hands and looks about poised to go running away, tripping over his own feet and falling epically to his knees in front of everyone. Colton breaks into a laugh and completely ruins it. That proper hearty break of mood, as he lets out that youthful, entertained, sweet melody of husky beauty.
• “I’m sorry, I can’t … it’s too funny. Fuck off, Deacon. None of you are welcome here. This is where my mom and my femme stay, and if we see you here again, I’ll happily rip your throat out. Take that as a friendly warning and tell my father whatever the fuck you want. Just leave!” Colton doesn’t waste for an answer; he slides his arm from me and turns, pushing his hand into mine to get me to follow him back to the manor and leave this idiot to get chased out by the subs. Colton is doing what I asked and ensuring we do not expose the vulnerable to gruesome violence. He’s leaving before he does something stupid to these idiots.