Chapter 2: Hitting The Wife

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Inside the basement, Kara's nails raked bloody welts down Dante's back. Fighting was useless. Dante's cold smile was like shards of ice. It was her first time. Pain tore through her, and she arched as tears streamed from the corners of her eyes, soaking the sheet. She had always hated men. Just a touch made her want to throw up. Yet a man had pinned her down, leaving her no way out. But then something strange and addictive stirred inside her. "So is this what being with a man feels like?" Her mind went foggy. Without meaning to, she moved with Dante, the defiance draining from her face. Upstairs, the tension was palpable. Ashley checked her phone for the umpteenth time. Kara's call never came. Whispers started. "Kara's been in there for almost two hours. Is that idiot clueless, or did Kara mess it up?" Ashley's lover, Cairo Warth, paced anxiously. The thought of his goddess getting taken by an idiot ate at him with jealousy. "Damn it! That loser got lucky." A journalist hefted a video camera, her voice full of worry. "Ashley, you should call Kara. It's been too long. What if something's wrong?" Ashley forced herself to look composed, though her fingertips were icy. "What are you panicking for? What kind of trouble can an idiot cause? We wait. If there's a problem, Kara will call." She clenched her fists until her nails dug into her palms. Another half hour crawled by. Her phone stayed silent as a grave. "We can't wait any longer." Ashley shot to her feet, heart sinking. "Let's go check them." Just as they stood, the basement door opened. They stared, breath caught, at the wooden door. A striking face appeared first. Then a bare torso came into view, red welts snaking over his corded muscles. It was Dante Easton. His expression was cold, and his eyes were bright and clear. No trace of dullness remained. An oppressive chill rolled off him, dropping the room to freezer-cold. "Quick! Get him on camera!" Ashley nudged the journalist, then felt the arctic chill coming off him and the murderous intent in his eyes. She froze in place. Dante had changed. He wasn't the fool anymore. He looked like a merciless killer. His gaze pinned Ashley. Cold crept down her spine, and sweat broke out down her back. "He... how..." Fear clawed at her chest. She stumbled back a few steps. "Kara..." Cairo Warth and the journalist watched the once-proud goddess they knew fall apart. Had something gone wrong? "Kara, you didn't... You didn't sleep with him, did you?" Cairo's eyes went bloodshot. His temples throbbed. The foolish Dante had slept with his dream woman. He looked toward the basement. The ruined bed seemed to mock his stupidity. "Kara, why didn't you stick to the plan?" Kara didn't answer. She shot a glance at Dante's bare, clawed-up back. Rage exploded inside Cairo. He cocked his right fist, all fury, and threw a punch at Dante's head. Dante slipped back in a blur. In a flash, his fist crashed into Cairo's chest. Crack! The bones snapped with a crisp, sickening crack. Cairo flew like a rag doll and smashed into the stair rail. Everyone stared at Dante. "Ahhh!!!" Only Cairo screamed like a slaughtered hog, blood spraying from his lips as he writhed on the floor. "You idiot! How dare you hit someone?" Ashley was the first to find her voice. Dante seemed different, but she still thought of him as a fool. She strode forward, chin high, glaring. "You laid hands on my friend. You cheated on me, and I caught you in the act. What do you have to say?" She shot the journalist a look to start recording. Smack! Dante's hand cracked across her face. Her left cheek flared and swelled, a bright red handprint beading thin lines of blood. Her ears rang. She reeled. "You... you hit me? Ahh!" Ashley stared in disbelief at the man who had been a fool for three years. She didn't expect him to fight back and hit her. "Have you lost your mind? How dare you hit me!" Eyes red, Ashley balled her fists and swung at Dante's head. "Bitch!" Dante's hand shot out and clamped around her throat. He lifted her until her toes barely brushed the floor. Her face flushed crimson. She coughed and clawed at his fingers, trying desperately to break free. She couldn't break free. "Ashley Swift, listen up! I'm divorcing you! The Swift family has seven days to hand over everything that belonged to my mother, with interest. As for you, everything your family put me through, I'll pay back a hundredfold, starting with you!" His grip tightened. Ashley went limp and fainted. He bent, hauled her over his shoulder, and took two steps toward the front door. Then he stopped and turned toward Cairo, who lay curled and whimpering on the floor. Terror twisted Cairo's face. He sagged back and scrambled away. "You... Idiot, what are you doing? I'm with the Warth family. Aren't you afraid my family will come after you? You'd better think about the consequences." Dante sneered. "The Warth family? A no-name family, and you think that scares me?" "Shut up! Bastard! You and Ashley have been cheating for years. Even if we're divorced now, what you did before is still unforgivable." Dante closed in, reached Cairo, and drove his foot home. Crunch! "Aaaah!" The scream that followed was a hundred times worse, loud enough to tear the roof off. Cairo curled up like a shrimp, both hands clamped over his groin. Blood streamed between his fingers. One kick, and he was done having kids. The onlookers flinched, a cold sweat running down their spines. Every man instinctively cupped their crotch. Dante hitched Ashley higher on his shoulder. The cold in his eyes could cut to the bone. "If you can't keep it in your pants, what's the point of having it?" He turned and walked through Cairo's sprayed blood as if stepping over trash, heading for the door. Next up, he should teach Ashley a lesson.

Chapter 2: Hitting The Wife

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