<b>Chapter </b><b>73 </b>
Alejandro pulled the door shut behind him, his features uneradable. Martins had sent the location this morning, and he didn’t need directions an know the ce.
He drove like a man on a mission.
The club was tucked into one of the wealthier parts of town, but it was no less disgusting. On the sinface, it catered to the rich. Behind the curtains?it was <b>just </b>well–dressed filth.
Club Dusk, Discreet. Dangerous. The kind of ce where secrets got lost and women got vited.
He parked outside, stepped out, and adjusted his cuffs. The bouncer at the <b>door </b>raised an eyebrow
“You on the list
<b>Alejandro </b>smiled that slow, deadly grin. “Let me in,” he ordered calmly. One way or another<b>, </b>he was getting through that door. Whether it would be with blood or without was up to the bouncer in front of him.
Sir, this is a private are
Alejandro leaned forward. “Tell your manager that Alejandro Garcia <b>is </b>at the door.”
The bouncer froze, then quickly pulled out his radio.
Two minutester, he <b>was </b>inside
Neon lights cut through the <b>dark </b>air. Alejandro didn’t pause. The hall smelt like alcohol, sweat, and perfume. The scent made him sick. How did people stand to be in such an environment?
He moved like he owned the ce, heading straight for the back rooms
Room Eleven. He found it and opened the door without knocking
There <b>he </b><b>was </b>
The bastard fromst night. He was naked, passed out and sprawled across silk sheets with a brte beside him who was not the same girl he was with at the <b>g</b><b>. </b>
What a shocker, he rolled his eyes sarcastically
The girl stirred at the sound. Her eyes widened and she let out a gasp when she saw him,
Alejandro raised a finger to his lips
“<b>Get </b>dressed. Quietly. Don’t <b>wake </b>him.” He whispered to her.
<b>She </b><b>obeyed</b><b>, </b>and five minutester, she was gone
Alejandro stepped fully into the room, and he shut the door. He then <b>turned </b>back to
the man on the bed.
The same smug bastard from the night before. The one who’d disrespected Nivera and said things that he shouldn’t have said.
But in a way, it was only because of the bastard he got a leat of Nivera’s erotic expression <b>as </b>she came undone on his finger. That still didn’t excuse the bastard.
He wouldn’t have had to go this far had the bastard just apologized and left the moment he showed up, but he <b>didnt </b>and so, here he was.
He picked up a bottle of expensive whisky from the table and smashed it against the wall
“Wake up.”
The man groaned, but he didn’t open his eyes.
Imitated, Alejandro grabbed the edge of the nket and yanked it off,
That did it.
“What the f
Alejandro stepped forward, unhurried. “Disappointed?”
The guy scoffed. “Let me guess. This is about that bitch.”
Alejandro’s fist collided with his jaw before he could finish the sentence.
The man hit the bed, groaning.
“Call her that again,” Alejandro warned, voice calm, low, almost gentle.
“I didn’t even touch her, man. Just having fun<b>.</b>”
“You looked at her like she was prey. You spoke to her like you owned her. And youughed when I warned <b>you</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
The <b>man </b>spat blood. “So what? You her owner now?”
Alejandro could tell <b>the </b>bastard was having a hangover as his speech was slurred. Wonderful, the odds were in his <b>favour</b><b>, </b>not like they weren’t before.
“You made <b>a </b>mistakest night.”
“Rx, man,” he hissed as he reached for his pants. “Didn’t know she was yours. In case you haven’t noticed, you have an infamous reputation for changing women, and I thought she was one of them.”
Alejandro mmed him <b>back </b>onto the bed with one hand,
“You disrespected her.”
The manughed, though <b>his </b>voice shook. “What are you going to do? Beat me up in a <b>sex </b>club? You’ll go to jail.”
Alejandro’s smile returned. Cold. Icy and he saw the man gulp. “Now, does it look like I care about going <b>to </b>jail?” He asked.
“I’m going to teach you not to <b>open </b>your mouth about people <b>you </b>can’t afford to <b>offend </b>
The
gasped. “You gonna kill me
me over <b>a </b><b>girl</b>?”
Alejandro tilted his head. “No, but I’m going to make sure you remember this.”
He grabbed the man by the cor and mmed him against the headboard. Not hard enough to break anything. But just enough to make him pale,
men in public? Talking like you’re untouchable?
“You like humiliating women in
“It was just a joke-
Alejandro hit him.
A clean, sharp punch. Knuckles meeting cheekbone. A hiss of pain
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“That was for thement ”
Another
“That was for looking at her like she was for sale
A third, softer,
“And that’s for thinking I wouldn’t find you.”
The guy slumped, Bleeding, dazed.
Alejandro stood.
“See, I let a lot of things slide. But disrespect? No. You looked
He then grabbed his phone and opened the camera.
“Smile
The man cursed, but Alejandro snapped a photo anyway.
d at her like she was something to conquer. You spoke like you forgot who the hell I am.”
“This goes to every contact in your VIP circle if you so much as <b>think </b>about her again,
“If you ever breathe her name again, you won’t wake up next time.”
He walked to the door<b>, </b>paused, and turned back.
“Tell anyone about this? No one will believe you. And even if they do, I’ll still win.”
He left the e room. Calm. Composed.
Martins was waiting in the lobby. When had he arrived!
“Handled?” His head of security raised an eyebrow
“Handled,”
Alejandro stepped into the early morning sun, slipped on his sses, and smiled triumphantly.
No one messed with what was his.
Nivera would never know what he did <b>today</b>.
And she Edn’t need to
But anyone who tried to hurt her would learn<i>. </i>
She wasn’t just under his protection