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With her father missing, Shay will do anything to get him back, even if that means teaming up with a cruel gang leader and his band of psychotic men.
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SO COLD
His laugh was short, in disbelief. His mouth twisted into an ugly sneer and angry brows slanted over cruel eyes. He regarded me with the utmost contempt and dislike and he said. "You're breaking up with me?" he rubbed a hand through his beard, jaw moving about with unspoken words, and then he scoffed softly. "Hmph. You are out of your goddamn mind. It's not happening. You wanna take a break? Fly out to a city in Italy or head to the Caribbean. Lie on the beach and sort your fucking head out. And then get back to me. That is the only way you're going to take a break. I'll book you and Irvin a flight and you'll be overseas by tomorrow afternoon."
"You appear to be under the delusion that you have a tick box choice in what I do, newsflash: you don't. You don't own me, I am not a possession for you to claim and toss around the room or someone to force yourself upon when things don't go the way you want them to. Stop throwing a hissy fit, take a breather and respect my decision."
His expression hardened. "Is there another man? Is that it? There better not be, Shay. If you think I'm going to let another man touch you, you've lost your fucking mind." My ass hit the high back of a chair tucked under the dining table and he pushed his hardening crotch against me, firm hands on my hips. He was forceful and unwelcomed. His voice lowered, irascible. "Answer me when I fucking talk to you, sweetheart. Give me his name."
"There is no other man and even if there were," I wrenched his hands away, fingers tight around his wrist so he couldn't return them, hot tempered and flushed with rage, "it has nothing to do with you. We're no longer together. You can go back to doing whatever you like with that woman or with any woman, I don't really care at this point. You're free to do as you please."
"You have three weeks,"
"Sorry?"
"Three weeks to get your shit together and to stop being a dumbass. Then I expect you back in my bed."
"What!?" I exclaimed in explosive incredulity. I laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation and then snarled. "Who the hell do you think you are? The heat must've fried your brain. You have taken leave of your senses. There is no way in hell I'm going to sleep with you. Fuck your time limit. The only way to get me to touch you is by force. Is that what you're going to do, huh? Are you going to throw me on your bed and rape me?"
"I wouldn't force you into anything."
"What are you doing right now? You've got your hard cóck shoved against me and if I move even in the slightest, you press yourself even more so, you need to back off. I can't move from where I am because you're in my way."
He took a much needed step away, giving me breathing space. His jaw was stiff. "Satisfied?"
"Not really," I straightened up, holding his angry gaze. "Stop forcing yourself on me. Stop kissing me when I don't want you to touch me. It's assault. It doesn't matter what our relationship status is, you cannot act like you own my body. You can't have your way with me whenever you feel like. It should be a mutual decision. Must I teach you what consent is?"
"I know what it is," he growled, "I'll start signing a permission form anytime I want to hold your hand or hug you, how about that? Maybe I should go the extra mile and ask you if it's alright to breathe in the same fucking space as you, princess."
"You're completely disregarding what I'm saying and you're mocking me, you don't respect me. You run about touching other women and then become enraged at the thought of me looking in another man's direction. You treat me as if I'm creating problems out of thin air. And then you drag me out in front of everyone and yell at me to lick your fucking arse. I'm not beneath you, you don't get to treat me like I'm lesser than you. Find someone else to be your cúm-rag to be used and discarded whenever you feel like. I am mentally drained. I cannot be with you anymore."
"Then we'll take a short break from each other. I'll give you the space and time you need. But if you go to bed with another man, I'll–"
I half rolled my eyes skyward, furious glare fixed on him. "Shut the fuck up. Just shut the fuck up! OK? My god. You're infuriating. The more you cry about me sleeping with someone else, the more I'm tempted to do so just to spite you. I have no doubt that you'll be sleeping with someone else and you can sleep with a hundred different women and you won't hear me screaming about it. We're not together. This isn't a holiday. I have broken up with you. Why do you not understand that?"
"Fine," he attempted a smile, it was glacial-cold. His hand was closed into a fist and he watched me with a hooded gaze. He spoke calmly. "I respect your decision as shitty and as awful as it is."
"Good," I said in surprise, I hadn't expected him to discontinue the fight. "That's great actually," I made to head towards the door.
He mimicked my footings, cool expression crumbling. A passionate outburst of rage and violence was revealed. His hand wrapped around the back of my throat none too gently and he pushed me up against him, his hold was tight and difficult to break free from. He kept a hand on the small of my back, under my t-shirt, skin on skin. He threatened lowly, "If I find out you've slept with another man, I'll kill you. This break doesn't mean you get to act like a slut. You're going to come back to me sooner or later, baby. Now since we're not together anymore, I'm going to go fuck my 'lady friend' as you called her. And I want you to be there. You're going to sit in the armchair and watch as I fuck her in front of everyone."
