Rage quickly took over every last fiber of my being. I took off, hauling ass toward the car like a possessed man. Needing to confirm my suspicions.
I growled, roughly swinging open the backdoor, barging in on the act. “What. The. Fuck!”
Amira screeched, “Damien!” Her dress was bunching at her waist, her bra straps were hanging down her arms, and one of her breasts was exposed. If she didn’t have any panties on, I was going to do much more damage than just having it out with her.
The piece of shit’s hand moved from in between her legs, turning to see who was behind him. I didn’t give him the chance. I gripped onto his hair, crudely yanking him backward out of the car. His hand immediately went toward my vicious hold, trying to pry me off.
“Damien, no!”
I didn’t waver, slamming him face first onto the trunk of his car. His body jolted as he stumbled around to face me.
“Fuck, man! I’m her boyfriend!” he reasoned.
“I don’t give of a fuck if you’re Jesus! You don’t fucking touch her!” I seethed. Using his momentum, my fist connected with his jaw before he even saw it coming.
His face snapped back, taking half his body with him. I was over to him in one stride, grabbing ahold of his collar and punching his fucking face repeatedly. Delivering a blow to his stomach, then his ribs. Hearing a hasty crack in my fist’s wake. Letting go, he fell to the ground, covered in blood and whimpering in pain.
“Damien, please stop!” she shouted from the backseat, franticly trying to fix her dress to cover herself up. Only fueling my fury.
“Get up!” I snarled, kicking him repeatedly in the side. Making him recoil in more of the agony I was vivaciously delivering.
I ignored her pathetic pleas, continuing my assault on this motherfucker’s face and body. I hit him until my knuckles felt raw.
Amira flew out of the car, her dress still barely covering her. Her tit still out on display. “Oh my God, Damien, enough!”
I hovered above him, panting. My chest rising and falling, ready to let him up. He rolled over onto his back, and it was then I noticed his fucking belt and pants were undone.
Amira saw where my glare went, and she immediately argued, “It’s not what you think.”
I didn’t give her a chance to explain. I leaned forward, grabbed his belt buckle and whipped it out of the loops of his jeans, pulling it off of him. Her eyes immediately widened, knowing what I was about to do. I snapped the belt back and it whizzed in the air, landing right on his cock.
Knocking him the fuck out.
“Holy fuck,” she breathed out, instantly falling to her knees on the pavement to tend to him. I halted her attempt, clutching onto her wrists. Roughly yanking her to her feet, turning her to face me instead.
She didn’t back down, using all her strength to shove me away. “Who the hell do you think you are?! Don’t you have a fiancée you should be making babies with?”
“Enough!” I ordered, barely wavering from her futile attempts.
“Fuck you! I can’t believe you just did that! He’s my boyfriend! We weren’t doing anything that you’ve never done! In front of me! I hate you, Damien! I fucking hate you so much!” she seethed, tears falling down the sides of her face as she started to slam her fists into my chest.
I let her take her aggression out on me. I allowed her to scream, hit me, and do whatever the fuck she needed to calm her ass down. It was no secret in Rosarío’s neighborhood of who I was. Every last one of them feared Emilio, which meant they feared me. No one would dare call the police, knowing the consequences would end in death. The police were null and void. Emilio owned them.
“Why? Why do you keep doing this to me? What have I ever done to you, to make you treat me like this! I’m not your fucking doormat, Damien! Stop treating me like one!”
I immediately let her go, her words hitting me as hard as the beating that motherfucker on the ground just took. She stumbled, trying to catch her footing. Surprised I released her.
“Jesus Christ, Amira! I didn’t protect you all these years so you could become a whore. Fucking random guys in the backseat of their cars!”
She cold-cocked me, punching me right in the jaw. Screaming out from the pain it caused her, “You bastard! I wasn’t fucking him! We were just fooling around.”
I cocked my head to the side, moving my jaw from side-to-side. “So you’re pissed that I didn’t let you get off?”
“Oh, don’t worry about that. He gets me off plenty already.”
I scoffed, “I bet your papi’s proud of the whore you’ve become.”
She stood taller, stepping up into my face. “I’d rather be his whore than yours, any day.”
I jerked back, stunned by her bluntness. She didn’t hesitate. “We’re done here.” Turning around once again, returning to the piece of trash. Choosing him over me.
“I never wanted you to find out I was engaged that way,” I honestly spoke, needing her to finally hear my truths. Stopping her dead in her tracks. “I never wanted to hurt you, Mu?eca.”
Even though her back was to me, I knew she grimaced. I hadn’t called her that in probably close to two years, when it was all I used to address her by. She took a deep breath before turning around to stare me deep in the eyes, stating, “All you’ve done over the last two years is hurt me, Damien.”
“I know.”
“Why? When you know you love me. I mean, look at him.” She gestured to the son of a bitch on the ground. “You beat my boyfriend senseless because you can’t stand the thought of another man in my life. Who does that? For over two years all, you’ve wanted is to push me away and make me move on. And when I finally do… you try to kill him. Where in your head does that even make sense? How do you even rationalize that? You’re engaged! Do you know what that means? You’re getting married. You’re going to have a family, a future. A life. What am I supposed to do? Sit around and just watch? How selfish is that?”
“If I was truly selfish, Amira. I’d still be in your life.”
She shook her head, scowling. “You can’t have it both ways. Remember that little fact when you go home to your luz.”
I pulled my hair back away from my face, wanting to tear it the fuck out. “What do you want me to say? Eh? That I love you? That I’ve always loved you? Is that what you need to hear?”
“No, Damien. Not anymore. You wanted me out of your life. Well, guess what? Now I want you out of mine. You’ve been telling me since day one that you’re not the man I thought you were, and you’re right. You’re not. I don’t know who you are, and I never did.” She pointed to her boyfriend again. “This. This was my breaking point. You don’t want me to be happy. All you want is for me to burn in the darkness with you. Well, I can’t do that anymore.”