Chapter 93 Ruthless dominion!
|| Author POV ||
Killian’s dark eyes bore down into her with a furrow of eyebrows. “Where were you going?”
The ice cream trembled in Rosa’s hand just like her trembling body. “N-nowhere.” she stammered.
Killian’s devilish gaze flicked between her wide lavender eyes. Rosa stepped back in fear. Killian’s eyes briefly met Chris’s, making the man stiffen. Killian wrapped his arm tightly around Rosa once more.
“Are you enjoying yourself, bunny?” he whispered into her ear, seeing the ice-cream in her tiny clutch. His hot breath fanned against her skin.
Rosa closed her eyes. Her cheeks flushed red from fear. Killian’s hold was possessive. He pulled her along with cold authority. His presence alone was enough to make people stiffen as they passed.
Killian led her into a lavish, dimly lit room. Maroon and black tones dominated the interior. Clearly for VIPs only.
A man approached with a polite smile. “Hello, Mr. Salvatore.” he greeted, extending a hand.
Killian arched an eyebrow before shaking it.
“I’m the director of FA Corporation, Philip Cho.” the man introduced himself. Killian gave a curt nod but his jaw tightened when Philip’s gaze swept over Rosalie.
“And this little thing?” Philip smirked, nodding toward her.
Killian’s eyes darkened like ice at the mention of little thing. She wasn’t an object. She was his!
Killian rolled his tongue against the inside of his cheek. Irritation flashed in his eyes. He didn’t want any disaster.
“My woman!”
Philip chuckled darkly. “Come on, Salvatore. In this dark world, there’s no such thing as your woman. They’re all just tools for us. There are always women around us to use.”
Killian’s eyes turned blank. A cold fury simmered beneath his calm exterior. He felt Rosa shift uneasily in his grasp and her small body tensing when Philip’s gaze dragged over her.
Killian’s face twisted into a cruel smirk. His dark eyes glinted as he stepped forward, shielding Rosa behind him. “And yet, here you are, empty-handed, drooling over my woman like a desperate dog!”
Philip’s smirk faltered. “It’s not like you don’t sleep with other women! Mafias don’t fuck just one hole!”
Killian gritted his teeth. His rough hand fled to grip Philip’s collar before yanking him forward. “Speak again and I’ll make sure your tongue is the first thing you lose.”
Rosa flinched at the scene before her. Her eyes watered at the crude words.
Mafias don’t keep one woman?
Her heart pounded painfully in her chest.
Philip’s eyebrows narrowed but he tried to keep his bravado. “Tch, acting all loyal for a little toy?”
Killian’s eyes burned cold as steel. The veins in his neck popped out. “Come on, don’t act all territorial. Share her. I swear I’ll treat her well for the night—”
Killian lost the last shred of his sanity. His jaw clenched, teeth grinding dangerously. His furious eyes snapped to a waiter passing by and suddenly, he seized a wine bottle from the tray.
CLACK!
The glass shattered against Philip’s head.
Rosa screamed, stumbling back in shock at his ruthless act and chaos erupted. The room burst into noise and tension. People gasped and backing away.
“You filthy motherfucker!” Killian snarled, slamming the broken glass against Philip again, sending him collapsing to his knees with a blood-curdling scream.
Tears streamed down Rosa’s cheeks. All she could see was Killian’s broad, shaking back and the man crumpled at his feet trembling and bleeding.
Several men stepped forward, hesitant to intervene but the sheer rage radiating from Killian rooted them in place.
Killian raised the jagged glass once more, ready to strike again until a soft cry broke through the chaos.
“P-please stopppp.”
Her pleading was barely a whisper but the fear in it cut through the storm. Killian froze.
“You’ll learn what happens when you lay eyes on KILLIAN SALVATORE’S WOMAN!” His voice dripped with lethal fury.
Killian’s eyes scorched the bloodied man one final time before, with a savage snarl, he threw the blood-smeared glass to the ground with a vicious clang. The shards scattered.
Killian grabbed Rosa’s delicate wrist. Rosa gasped. Her injured hand ached under his grip but Killian didn’t slow. He dragged her away from the wreckage as silence fell behind them. Everyone felt too terrified to breathe.
MEANWHILE, Cedric aka Kang Rowan roamed the lavish hall with smug stride and a drink in hand. He knew the king had arrived. He was just waiting to meet him. But a sudden commotion caught his attention. He paused, hearing the chaos nearby.
His eyes narrowed just as two figures stormed past him, walking out of the VIP room.
His eyes widened. “Rosalie Sinclair?” he muttered, stunned.
His gaze darted to the man gripping her wrist like steel. Cedric’s jaw clenched.
Killian Salvatore?
Cedric stood stunned. But what truly shook him to the core wasn’t just Killian’s presence. It was the way every single person in Killian’s path bowed in fear and respect.
Cedric’s fingers curled into a tight fist. “What the hell is he doing here?”
A storm of suspicion surged through him.
Rosalie Sinclair with Killian Salvatore? Everyone bowing in submission?
Killian Salvatore walking like he owned the damn place?
Cedric’s eyes darkened. “Don’t tell me he’s the–” he cut himself off. A chill raced down his spine.
‘I cannot be seen here!’ Without wasting another second, Cedric turned sharply, eyes scanning the crowd.
He needed to find Marcus, now!
ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ,
Killian dragged Rosa with him toward the exit. Rosalie whimpered under his grasp but he didn’t loosen it, not even a little.
Rage clouded his vision. His blood boiled with murderous rage. Just the thought of another man’s eyes on her was enough to drive him insane. He should’ve killed him then and there!
The guards bowed as he approached the exit. They were too afraid to meet his furious gaze.
But then Marcus’s unfamiliar voice echoed behind him, inside the hall.
“Cedric, I’m here.”
Killian stopped dead in his tracks.
The name hit him like a bullet. His head snapped back, eyes narrowed into lethal slits, scanning the crowd.
That name! That person is here!
The crowd’s heads blocked his view, feeding the fire in his chest. His blood boiled. Killian abruptly released Rosa’s wrist. “Stand here. Don’t move a fucking inch!”
Without sparing her a glance, Killian stormed back into the crowd. His eyes were wild with desperation. Rage clawed at his throat as he searched for the source of that voice. His breath came sharp. Cursed thoughts raced in his head.
People stepped aside. The crowd parted in fear as he stalked forward like a predator unleashed. His eyes scanned every face with sharp precision until they locked onto the direction of the voice.
A man stood there startled, frozen under his gaze. Killian stormed toward him and grabbed his collar in a tight fist, yanking him close. “What’s your fucking name?!”
The man trembled under his grip in confusion. “N-Norman, King.”
Killian’s glare could burn skin. He stared for a long second before shoving him away with a violent push. “GET OUT!”
The man immediately ran away from there.
“Fuck!” Killian spat. His chest heaved, fists clenched at his sides as he gazed around wildly, searching for that one man, Cedric, until the sharp vibration in his pocket snapped his focus.
He yanked the phone out. Irritation flared as he answered the call.
“What is–!”
“Boss, she escaped.”