Chapter 164 So irritated
"Well since I have you here before your former director, I'm gonna share the news now", My hands dropped to my sides as I stared at Luke. I took a step forward and the dark aura that hang over my head followed. Luke quickly noticed it and every muscle in his body tensed up.
My Wolf prowled beneath my skin, pacing like a caged animal waiting for permission to strike.
"You fired Luke", It felt so good to say that. "You will never work as a choreography in New York ballet again", I added.
My voice carried the warning edge of an Alpha command, one that made even humans’ instincts recoil.
"What?", Luke breathed out. His eyes fell as he scanned the floor, rolling my words around in his head as the dismay of the situation sank in. It was only for a second before his eyes snapped up and his audacity came out to play.
"You can't do this to me. Do you know who I am?", He spoke confidently.
When I heard his words, a loud bark of laughter flew past my lips and I tossed my head back with mirth. The sound came out deeper, rougher, more animal than human. When I looked at him again, he was trembling with anger as his face turned bright red.
"I know exactly who you are. I'm honestly surprised you haven't recognized me yet. You know who l am or at least you should. I'm one of the richest men in this city after all", My eyes narrowed at him, shooting daggers into his body. The Wolf pushed forward with a low growl, radiating dominance into the room.
I could see the gear turning over themselves behind his eyes as he tried to think, tried to realize who was standing in front of him.
Perhaps Luke was dumber than I thought he was because he simply stood there with his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.
"I'm Andrey Volkov", I admitted.
He immediately froze up in his tracks. His eyes wandered from the floor and up to meet my gaze again. A smile stretched my lips and my muscles tensed up. Before he knew what was happening, my arm swung out.
My fist immediately connected with the side of his face. The thud from the hit was so loud, I knew the guards in the hallway would hear it. Luke fell to the ground with a pathetic smack, sprawled out like a dog's used chew toy.
My wolf rumbled with satisfaction, this was justice, long overdue.
Dipping into a crouch, I sneered down at Luke letting all the venom in the world drip from each word that followed my angry snarl. "If you ever try to work in New York ballet again. If you ever try to abuse a dancer or anyone. I will break your spine and paralyze you for life. And if you ever, ever go anywhere near Elena Martinez again, I will put you down like a sick fucking dog.
My wolf surged at her name, protective, feral, possessive.
Luke whimpered shaking on the floor, like a brittle leaf in the wind. I curled my fist, he noticed it immediately from the corner of his eye and covered the side of his bruising face.
"Do you understand me?", I shouted down at him. Shouting through him as though he were only a worm, and I was bellowing at the ground. The Alpha energy crackled around me, heavy, unmistakably dominant.
"Yes", He cried. Luke smeared the drop of red on his bottom lip while trembling. He stared at the blood like he didn't know what he was staring at.
"Good. Now get the fuck out of my theater", I spat at him.
Standing up to my full height, I stretched out my shoulders and pulled my suit jacket back into place. "Zhalkiy Kusok der'ma", I cursed before barreling through the door to the studio, bristling with untamed energy and itching to get into a worth fight. The Wolf itched under my skin, Viktor was prey, and it knew it.
Viktor was all I needed now.
"Make sure that man in there leaves the theater in the next ten minutes. If he is not out by then. Make sure he goes home with a broken arm", I tossed a quick demand to one of the guards in the hallway.
My pack, loyal, silent, efficient moved with the awareness of what their Alpha wanted.
Trudging out to the car, I felt the crisp afternoon air whispering over my skin. My senses sharpened automatically, the scent of asphalt, sweat, oil, distant perfume. The world always felt too sharp when my rage ran this hot.
I felt the weight of my cellphone in my suit pocket and continued to ignore the buzzing from Volkov, finally trying to call me back.
At least he got the message.
The car door slammed shut as I climbed in, blocking out the cool air and noise of the city. I got my phone from my pocket but I didn't look at it instantly. While seated in the car, I kept my eyes on the front door of the theater as my watch ticked away the ten minutes.
Luke finally made it out of the doors, fumbling with a box of his belongings in eight minutes.
"Start heading to our next destination", I said to Antonio. He nodded in response and steered the discreet black car back towards the main roads. My Wolf perked up, sensing the coming hunt.
I had Viktor's location and he was the next problem on my itinerary to deal with.
When we parked at the restaurant, there were three other black cars parking on the street. Volkov men were always ready and waiting for when they were needed, and I was pleased to see them here already. Though I didn't like how public this place was located.
Too many scents. Too many eyes. Not enough places for blood to spill unnoticed.
"Wait in the car, Antonio. This won't take long", I didn't need long time to tear Viktor apart. My Wolf huffed, impatient for the confrontation.
Looking over the front of the ridiculously top Italian themed restaurant, I thought back to my first time here. Pulling my pack of cigarettes from my pocket, I lit one up. I took a long drag, keeping it between my lips.
Pushing my way to the front door, I glanced at the tables half full of plates of food. I recalled the way Viktor referred the dancers as the dessert ripe for picking.
My wolf snarled, loud, furious, echoing inside my skull.
How could I ever believed that Elena was anything less than a goddess?. Knowing how I used to view her as a possession only spurned away my rage.
Disgust at myself for the way I treated her in the beginning and the way Viktor so readily laughed at the prospect made my blood itch underneath my skin. My claws pressed painfully against my fingertips, begging to break through.