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“No,” I replied quickly. “I want you to have him go to his room. I will be there shortly, but be discreet. I don’t want him to know I’m coming.”
“Yes, sir. I will make sure it happens,” Bennet replied, and I had no doubt that he would.
There was a reason I hired Bennet. He was ex-special forces and a man that came with high regards from a few military men I knew. Back in the day, he was the one you called when things went wrong.
He fixed things. His nickname, The Handyman.
Shoving my phone into my pocket, I made my way towards the elevators, not bothering to tell Evette what I was doing. She had worked with me long enough to know when I was on a mission, there was no point in stopping me.
Just move along and reschedule my appointments.
It was the one thing I liked about her—she rarely asked questions.
Exiting the building, I saw my driver standing with the door open, waiting for me to enter.
“Where to, sir?”
“The Setai,” I replied before he closed the door.
I had a problem to deal with, and it was one I was looking forward to.
Pulling up to The Setai, I clenched my hands and took a deep breath. The owner was very familiar with who I was and actually held a gala here once a year to celebrate the rich and famous of Miami.
My mind was clear about what I was about to do. I told Becca I wouldn’t, but there was no way I could let this go.
Stepping from the car, I made my way inside. Instantly, faces recognized me, and the general manager came out to greet me.
“Mr. Valentino! It’s wonderful to see you again. Were you looking to stay?”
“No, Tom. I am taking care of something quickly. However, it may be good if you look into having one of your guests removed from this hotel,” I replied, walking past him and heading towards the elevator. Bennet already informed me of what floor the little prick was on, and I knew he would be waiting for me.
As soon as I reached the floor, Bennet greeted me at the open doors. “He is inside, sir.”
“Good.” Bennet handed me a key card, and I opened the door, walking inside.
Chad’s eyes met mine and widened in surprise. “What the f*ck are you doing in my room?”
“Shut the f*ck up and sit down, boy, before you make things worse for yourself.”
There was no edge of reason with me at the moment, and if Chad continued the way he was, he was going to find himself in the hospital.
“Who the f*ck do you think you are, old man? Do you know who I am?”
Laughter escaped me as I watched him try to act big and bad. Chad stood, jaw clenched, with his fists balled as if he was actually going to do something to me.
“No, do you know who the f*ck I am?” I snapped. “You have no influence down here, boy. This is Miami, not New York. If you’re not careful, you will find yourself in a very bad position.”
Hesitating, Chad seemed to carefully weigh my words as I watched his shoulders slightly relax. “What do you want?”
“I want to talk to you about coming to my house and attacking Becca.”
Laughter escaped Chad at my comment. “Is that what that bitch told you? She invited me there, and I didn’t attack her. She asked for—”
Fury filled me as I cleared the spot between us and punched him in his face. My grip on his throat as I stared down at him waning as Becca’s pleading voice to let it go was the only thing stopping me from beating him within an inch of his life.
“Don’t you dare f*cking talk about her like that. I saw you on the f*cking cameras, Chad. How would your daddy and those buddies of yours in New York like to see that video?”
“What–I didn’t do shit!” he stammered, trying to cover for himself.
“That’s bullshit, and you know it. I want you gone, Chad. I want you out of my f*cking city, and I want it done tonight. If you don’t go, there are going to be consequences.”
It wasn’t a threat. It was a solid promise that if he didn’t leave, I had no problem making him disappear. I may have been kind and gentle to Becca. I may have been a respectable businessman to others. Deep down, though, I had a wild side to me that was uncontrollable.
I would destroy Chad and make it look like an accident if I had to.
“Why the f*ck do you care about what happens to that girl, anyway?”
The question brought recognition to me. Why did I care?
Oh, perhaps it was because I cared about her more than I was willing to admit.
“That’s not your business. You need to get the f*ck out of my city.”
Shoving him, I stepped back and fixed my suit as I watched Chad stumble over his own feet. He wasn’t as big and bad as he thought, and the fact he was trying to play this off annoyed me.
“You know… Tally said she thought Becca was seeing someone, and she told people she thought you were f*cking one of her friends.” Chad laughed, “It’s you, isn’t it?”
Sneering at him, I shook my head. “No, it’s not. However, you would be dead if she was.”
The only reason he wasn’t dead right now was because of Becca. She would know right away I had something to do with it, and I would lose her forever.
“Whatever… you’re f*cking banging her aren’t you?! Holy shit… I can’t wait to tell Tally. She is going to flip hearing her supposed best friend is f*cking her father.”
Glancing towards Bennet, I raised a brow, and Bennet knew exactly what I wanted to happen. I tried to play it calm. I tried to do as Becca asked, but now this little shit was bringing Tally into it… it seemed he needed a lesson.
Bennet’s approach to Chad caused Chad to try and bolt. However, Bennet was skilled and within two seconds, Chad was within his hands, restrained.
“You know… I tried to give you an easy way out,” I said as I took my suit jacket off and laid it neatly on the back of the sofa. “Yet, you just don’t learn, do you?”
“Man, let me go!” he yelled. “I was just f*cking around. I know you wouldn’t sleep with that stupid bitch. She is beneath you, and doesn’t deserve anyone!”
Rolling up my sleeves, I shook my head and laughed. “Bennet, he just keeps digging himself a deeper hole, doesn’t he?”
Bennet laughed at my comment, raising his brow but remaining silent. He knew very well how dark I could be, and this was amusement for him.
“Becca deserves the world, Chad. Something you never were going to give her. I think you will find it is you who is beneath her, you spoiled f*cking prick. So you leave me no choice but to show you what happens to pricks like you when you f*ck with those who rule and control the streets of Miami.”
There was no stopping me once I started. Hit after hit, I made a point to show him how much he had affected Becca when he attacked her.
I didn’t have to say anything to him after that point. The blows spoke volumes, and with every grunt, I hit him harder.
His blood may have coated my hands, but I’d leave him alive to learn his lesson.
If he didn’t… well, there was no telling if he would live through another lesson.
I only prayed Becca wouldn’t be angry with me in the end.
Becca.
After the conversation with James the day before, I felt the need to escape for a few days. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do or where I would go, but the confusion I felt made me unsure of everything.
I was going completely against my beliefs and acting a fool.
However, deep inside me, I felt nothing but love for him.
Love… I couldn’t believe I could still feel such a thing after Chad.
Yet, with James, he made me feel like anything was possible.
Sitting on my bed, I took in my open suitcase and stacks of clothing I had been folding. I had no idea what I was doing, but the thought of leaving him broke my heart.
How had this man complicated my life as much as he had?
Perhaps I needed to just come clean with him. Tell him how much I cared about him, and see if there was a way to make the chaos go away.
Picking up my phone, I hesitated and then dialed James’ number. I wanted to tell him the truth. Tell him I loved him, and I never wanted to part from him.
The notion was foolish because there was no way he loved me. With a deep sigh, I waited for him to answer. The only problem was the sound of his phone ringing came from down the hall, and James was supposed to be at work.
Frowning, I stoodt and padded my way out into the hall to see James’ door partly closed. For him to come back, and not even tell me he was here, was out of character for him.
“James?” I whispered, pushing the door open to see his white dress shirt splattered with blood lying on the floor. My heart raced as my breath quickened.
What the hell had happened? “James?!” my shrieking voice called out.
Pushing through the panic, I rushed the few steps towards his bathroom and spotted him half naked, standing in front of the sink, with blood splattered across his hands and droplets on the side of his face. “Oh, my god! What happened?”
His eyes met mine, and within them was so much disgust, I wasn’t sure if I had done something to him, because never once had he looked at me like that before. “Nothing, Becca. Just give me a moment, okay?”
“Excuse me… don’t tell me this is nothing, James. What the hell happened?”
His eyes turned cold for a moment as he let a heavy breath escape him. “I got into a fight. Now go. I need to clean up.”
James getting into a fight didn’t make sense. He was disconnected from me in a way I have never seen him before. To make matters worse, he was pushing me away.
“With who—” I asked, hoping it wasn’t what I thought.
There was only one person I know of that he may go toe to toe with, and that was Chad.
Chad deserved to have his ass beat, but I didn’t want James to get involved with it. I didn’t want any blood on James’ hands, and if James hurt Chad that bad, there would be vengeance from his family.