My Bad Boy's Secret: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance (28 page)

              If I wasn’t too busy defending myself, I would’ve clapped for joy. But I wasn’t out of the woods yet. The guy I punched was still a threat. I knelt and punched as hard as possible into his stomach, and knocked his air out. I went behind him and put him in a chokehold, and snapped at his trachea. He tried screaming. By now, he was no longer a cocky douche. He was a scared little boy.

              “Had enough?” I asked.

              “Yes!” he whimpered. I didn’t believe him. I got the handcuffs out of my handbag on the ground and tied him up. Sabina was doing the same thing.

              My adrenaline levels were going down. I panted and surveyed the damage. There was a lot of blood, and my clothes were soaked with blood too. I had quite a few bruises, and maybe even a broken bone or two. Even though I kicked his ass, I felt scared that maybe it wasn’t over.

              Sabina looked like hell too. Her forehead was bleeding, and her face was scratched. She had difficulty walking. The thugs, who were still conscious, were crying and in a fetal position.

              I walked over to one who was still wriggling. I kicked him in his balls again. “What do you say?”

              He stared up and tried to leer at me. “F-f-fuck you!” he spat.

              This time, I kicked his teeth in. He cried even more.

              “What do you say to me and my friend?” I said louder. Bystanders were forming crowds and staring, and I heard police sirens approaching.

              “S-sorry,” he croaked out.

              I broke his nose with another kick. “Better.”

              Sabina put her arm around me and tried to lead me away. She was limping.

              “Are you all right?” I asked. It wasn’t a formality. I really was scared for her.

              She did her best to nod. “My foot’s broken, and I’m aching all over, but I’ll live.”

              I looked at her pocketknife. “You didn’t tell me you had a knife.”

              She grinned sheepishly. “My dad gave it to me when I joined the Girl Scouts. I always used it to cut a rope and stuff. Finally, cut some guy with it too. You kept your switchblade as a secret too.”

I chuckled. We walked past another thug, and I lifted my foot up. That alone was enough to scare him. He threw up and looked away from me.

              “How does it feel?” I asked. He was the one whose stomach I cut open.

              He kept crying and cuddling in a fetal position.

              “Please, don’t kill me,” he blubbered. “I won’t do it again, I promise.”

              I didn’t care, since I kicked in his teeth in. His hands left his stomach, and blood poured out, along with some intestines.

              Sabina kicked him in his eyes. I felt weird about spending so much time with her, but I knew that this girl and I would get along.

Chapter 07

McKenna.

              Before I left my hotel, I glanced myself over in front of the bathroom mirror. Everything was perfect. My hair was done up in hot curls that cascaded down my shoulder, looking majestic. My makeup was applied vividly, with a rosy blush on my cheeks, deep-red lipstick, and dark-blue mascara. My sleeveless blue dress stuck like skin to my body, pushed out by my hips and breasts. It showed off my back and almost half of my cleavage. I admired myself while I put on my bracelets and rings. The necklace I always wore clung to my throat. It was a golden choker with a heart that dangled seductively where men dreamed of putting their lips. I never took this off. It was too precious for me to ever leave.

              I slipped my feet into my clear heels, and looked one more time at the mirror. Any guy who saw me would have to chain himself to a wall to avoid jumping onto me and penetrating me in a second.

              The door opened, and I smiled as I saw who it was. My master Jake.

              “Ready to go?”, he asked as he slipped his arms around my waist and pulled my neck closer so that he could bite it and smell my perfume.

              “Ready,” I said playfully, kissing him and smudging my lipstick over his face. “Or we could just stay here in bed and get to the good part.”

              “As hard as it is to refuse your offer, I need to do this deal,” he groaned. “I haven’t met any of the Crew in two months. We need to regroup and compare notes. Don’t think that I want to go to this club.”

              “I thought you liked partying,” I protested.

              “Sure I do, if you mean I like insipid music breaking my eardrums, overpriced drinks, and sweaty crowds high on drugs,” he grumbled. “If I had my way, we’d meet somewhere classier. But they insisted that we check out this club. We earn a lot of money there. So tag along and try to pretend to enjoy yourself.”

              “I spent a lot of time getting dolled up,” I complained. “How about we make the night a little more fun?” I gave him a naughty wink.

              He got my idea. “Find someone, and I’ll follow the two of you.”

              We headed to Magnolia, and the scene was exactly like the one Jake described. It was total pandemonium, with dreadfully looped dance music playing.It was so hard that I couldn’t even think. It amazed me that some people seemed to like it a lot. While Jake went into a room to do business, I hung out at the bar and downed some free drinks from the bartenders. You can get everything free when you’re as blessed with beauty as I am.

              I never cared for dancing, and I had to refuse half a dozen requests to dance from the drunk sleazebags every minute. Some of them almost threw up on me. A few tried to grope and kiss me, but I showed them with my fists and feet that it was a stupid move on their part.

              As I predicted, every guy in the club was staring at me, and the women with them didn’t hide how much they hated me. But I saw one guy who caught my attention. I recognized him as Ryan Frears, the most buzzed-about young Hollywood actor. He was a brash Texan who was starring in every major movie and was bound to win an Oscar one day. Girls fought each other to get a chance to ride his dick. Personally, I didn’t care for him. He was a worm compared to Jake.

              I knew Ryan was eyeing me all night and planning his strategy to get me to sleep with him. So he would be my victim tonight.

              Ryan noticed me noticing him, and strolled over.

              “Can I buy you a drink, babe?” he said in his usual cocky tone.

              I pretended to be happy to see him. “Thanks. You look familiar. Are you famous?” I loved pretending to be a blonde retard. It fools everyone.

              He got even cockier. “I’m Ryan Frears. Maybe you’ve heard of me? I’m the best actor in the world.”

              I really wanted to punch him then and there. I knew I could knock him out in one hit. But I was going to play the long game.

              I put on my dumb girl voice. “OMG, Ryan Frears! I love you! Want to dance?”

              We got on the dance floor and he wasted no time grinding into me. I played innocent the whole time, while he grabbed my butt and boobs, and felt me up all over. I knew he was a player, but I had no idea he was this gross.

              He then dragged me away back to the bar, and we did shots. He ordered me drink after drink, while he nursed one glass the whole time. I saw through him immediately. I knew he wanted to get me drunk enough that I couldn’t fight him off, but he had no idea how much alcohol I could drink before I even felt tipsy.

              After ten shots, he let his disappointment show. He had a hard time believing I could still be this sober. I saw Jake and his buddies walking out, and I caught him seeing me with Ryan. Game on.

              Jake pretended that he wasn’t fuming, but I knew that he was ready to fight. We both knew the rules. Any man who looked at me without permission would get punched. Talking to me without his permission would result in a beating. Touching me meant death.

              “Let’s go back to my place,” I said in Ryan’s ear, sounding slurred.

              He grinned, and he thought he was going to score. “I’ll take you to my hotel. I’ve got a really nice room that I want to show you.”

              We went out the backdoor and got into a limo. I wasn’t worried about Jake losing us. Even though I couldn’t see him, I knew he was following us.

              We arrived at the Hyatt, and took the elevator up to the penthouse suite. The whole time in the limo and the elevator, Ryan was already grabbing my body and shoving his filthy tongue into my mouth, forcing me to smell his alcohol-heavy breath. I acted like I enjoyed the pain. His saliva ran over my face, and he had no idea how to be gentle when touching a woman.

              I pacified myself with the thought that it would soon be over.

              Ryan had trouble walking straight. He fumbled for his hotel key, and I had to fish it out of his pocket and open the door for him. He turned on the lights and pushed me onto his bed, then tore off my dress. I’d have to go shopping for another outfit.

              Wearing only my heels, I helped Ryan take off his suit, which had vomit stains and odors on it. His hand accidentally hit my face and hurt me, but he didn’t notice. Since he couldn’t unbutton his shirt, he ripped it away and buttons flew off, then he did the same thing to his trousers.

              I didn’t give Ryan much credit. While his dick was slightly bigger than what I envisioned, it was still one of the tinier ones I’d seen. After all this time with Jake, every other man’s penis was too small for me. But I put my hands to my mouth and looked shocked by the size to make him feel like he was huge.

              Wasting no time, Ryan pinned me down on the mattress and continued licking, kissing, and grabbing way too hard. We made out more, and he pulled down to eat me out. He was horrible at this too, but I faked some convincing screams, wondering when the real fun would begin. Did Jake lose me for the first time?

              The window smashed open, and shards of glass flew across the floor. Jake squatted where the window used to stand, and jumped in.
 

              “What the fuck!” shouted Ryan. His head shot up from my pussy and he was frozen with surprise. “Who the fuck are you?”

              Jake didn’t deign to give a reply. In less than a heartbeat, he slammed his fist and hooked Ryan’s pretty face, causing him to fly and crash into the door. I wouldn’t be surprised if some of his vertebrae broke.

              “Ryan,” I said sweetly. “There’s something I forgot to tell you. I have a boyfriend.”

              I relished seeing the cockiness in Ryan’s eyes disintegrate into fear. His crushed nose was bleeding down his chin, and a few of his teeth were on the floor.

              “Wha –” he began, but Jake didn’t give him a chance to say anything else. He got to work punching at will and stamping every part of Ryan. One fist aimed for Ryan’s throat and smothered his trachea. Another fist cracked his skull. Jake moved down, snapping each finger and shattering every rib. He brought his feet down on the pitiably tiny penis that Ryan was so proud of, and twisted his arms and legs into configurations I didn’t know were possible.

              I laid on the bed and watched this play out. Even though we did this all the time, it still warmed my heart to see Jake care this much about me.

              Jake was finally losing his steam. Either his anger was fading away, or his energy was. It didn’t matter, because Ryan Frears’s acting career was over. If by some miracle he survived this incident, the only movies he could appear in were PSAs about traffic safety. He’d be even more handicapped than Christopher Reeve. I almost felt kind of sorry for him.