CHAPTER 80

Chapter 80

WARNING: Before you proceed, please be aware that this chapter includes violent scenes. I want to ensure you are prepared for this content, so please take care as you read.

DARIUS‘ POV

I noticed something was different with Angela. As soon as she laid eyes on the man who walked into the room a second ago, she became stiff. I grabbed her hand but she didn’t look up at me. She kept on staring at her feet and her hands were twisted into a hard fist.

She was struggling to breathe and I could see sweat pulling at her forehead. The worst part was when I looked up to see the man smirking in her direction. Suddenly, I became interested in him. So interested I would love to break a few of his bones.

“Is that him?”

She didn’t say a word but she grabbed my hand.

“Let’s leave this place,” I announced. That made Angela look up at me. She stared at me and I saw how red her eyes were. My feisty lady was scared of someone and it affected me so badly.

“Okay,” she didn’t argue.

I held her hand tighter and walked us out of there. A lot of them turned in our direction as we left but f*ck them and f*ck their judgy stares, I wasn’t going to let her stay in that place for any more minutes.

Before we left, I told one of the warriors who was a close friend of Azalea and had also followed us from Mason’s pack, to find out every f*cking information about that man for me in two hours.

I walked Angela back into the car and asked the driver to excuse us.

“Look at me,” I pleaded.

She raised those beautiful eyelashes and stared at me. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

She shook her head. “Nothing. I just felt stuffy in there. I guess I got too emotional,” she tried covering it up but I didn’t miss how her fingers trembled and shaky.

“Then, let’s find a place for you to calm down. We’ll leave for the pack by morning. What about late lunch?”

“I’m not that hungry, Darius. I just need to rest,”

“Okay, let’s do that baby,”

The driver joined us again. He drove us to a five–star hotel in town. We got our keys from the reception and went into our penthouse suite.

“This is too much, Darius. We could’ve used a place less expensive than this,” she argued.

I k*ssed her. “It’s all good baby. You deserve the best and only the best,”

I assured her.

As she took a shower, I waited outside her door. I was worried about her and at the same time, keeping my wolf at bay. It was getting impatient. It wanted to go back out there, hunt for the man’s head, and teach him a lesson he would never forget in a hurry.

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She came out of the bathroom looking better and more relaxed.

“How do you feel?” I asked, gripping her by the waist.

“I feel better but I could use a little sleep,”

I agreed. “Let’s get you to bed,”

“You can k*ss me. It’ll make it all better,”

I lifted her and placed her on the bed before k*ssing her thoroughly. She placed her head on the pillow and she was out like light.

That got me concerned so I walked into the bathroom and saw her pills bottle on the sink. That confirmed my suspicion. She could sleep so quickly because she used those pills.

I walked back into the room, covered her better with the duvet, and walked out of the door. The guy I gave the assignment was already waiting for me. he’d gotten the man’s address. I locked the door firmly and left a warrior behind while I told the remaining three to follow me.

“He’s a successful artist. He’s a mentor to several kids and he has a home for kids who are into arts but having problems at home,”

That little information gave me the audacity I needed to get rid of him. He was the one who hurt My Angel. He has to pay back for what he did with his blood.

Fortunately for me, he was home when we got there. We could see his car parked in his driveway just like my warrior saw when he traced him back home from the funeral house.

“You two, stay outside and man the door. No one is allowed in, not even if there are guns and bombs involved. You, come with me,”

I knocked on the door waiting for a response.

The man opened the door while he was on a call.

“Yes, how can I help you?”

I smirked. “Oh no, you wouldn’t be helping me. Heavens will be helping you instead once I’m done,”

He frowned. “Who are you? What gave you the right to come knocking at my door and spewing all sorts?”

He banged the door closed in my face.

All it took was just one kick for the door to fly open.

He was taken aback as the phone was still stuck in his ear and his mouth was widely opened. I removed the phone from his ear and ended the call for him.

“Wh–what–what–who are you?”

I looked around the house to see pictures of him and his family everywhere. He was smiling brightly with his two daughters and a boy and his wife in one of the photos.

“We’re here to talk about Angela. Take a seat,”

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“You’re offering me a seat in my house,” he asked quietly.

“Sit,” The warrior with me growled at him and he quickly plastered himself on the sofa.

“Angela Johnson, do you remember her?”

“The name sounds familiar,”

I glared at him, revealing my claws and I saw him tremble. “I know her but it’s been a while since I last saw her,”

“Remember what you did to her,”

He swallowed hard. “I didn’t do anything she didn’t want. She told the police I’d assaulted her but the truth was, she was in love with me as much as I was in love with her. I only did what lovers do. I thought she wanted it rough, maybe she didn’t. The police believed me not her so I’m sure I didn’t do anything bad,”

I felt so nauseous at his words. The fact that he believed he didn’t do anything wrong nauseated me. I wanted to kill him. I clenched my jaw so hard, it hurt.

I laughed.

“Okay. Now, here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to beat you to a pulp and when you’re queried by the police, you’ll tell them that I didn’t do anything you didn’t want. I thought you love it rough so I gave you a beating the way you want it. The police would definitely believe me and not you. I’m sure I wouldn’t be doing anything that’ll be against your will,”

“What? Who are you?”

“You don’t need to know who I am but from today’s henceforth, I’ll be your greatest nightmare, and trust me, I’ll always be here,” I pointed to his head. “You touched what’s mine. You hurt her. You’ll pay back in blood,”

I grabbed him by the collar and threw a fist to his face. I heard a bone crack but I didn’t care. I did as I promised. Once I was beating him up to a pulp, I collected a pocket knife from the warrior and went ahead to trim his fingers while he screamed in pain. I did that so he wouldn’t be able to draw anymore and make him the same way he messed my girl up so much an artist workshop scares her.

I should’ve killed him but I wasn’t up for a murder that day.

I was covered in his blood but I didn’t care. I lifted up his head so he could hear me even in his near–death state.

“I hope you rot in hell at the end of your life,”

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