CHAPTER 6: Unmasked
Jett hurled Raven to the floor like garbage.
The crowd of terrified businessmen parted like the Red Sea, revealing me in the
corner.
Senna was still crouched over me, gagging me with that disgusting rag, oblivious to the hurricane heading our way.
Seeing Jett approach, she put on her sweetest voice. “Mr. Steele, this trashy woman was begging her ex for money.”
“Don’t let her ruin our business deal-”
Jett’s backhand sent her flying.
She hit the floor screaming, blood pouring from her nose.
“Baby,” I whimpered through tears.
His eyes went red. He scooped me into his arms like I weighed nothing.
Senna stared in shock, blood dripping down her designer dress. “Mr. Steele, she’s… she’s your family? We didn’t know—”
But Jett was done talking.
With one gesture, his security team swarmed in.
They dragged Raven and Senna to a corner, stuffing their mouths with bar rags
before systematically breaking them apart.
The businessmen looked ready to piss themselves. Some tried to sneak out. “Gentlemen,” Jett’s voice was deadly calm. “Nobody leaves until I know exactly what happened to my wife.”
The room froze.
One by one, they realized their mistake. They’d just helped torture Mrs. Jett Steele. The richest, most powerful woman in the city.
Someone cracked first, dropping to his knees. “Mrs. Steele, I’m so sorry! We didn’t know!”
The rest followed like dominoes, groveling and begging.
I stayed silent, fury burning in my chest.
Jett’s jaw was granite.
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The silence stretched until one man, desperate, slapped himself across the face. That’s an idea, the others seemed to think.
Soon the room echoed with the sound of flesh hitting flesh as grown men beat themselves bloody, hoping for mercy.
Thirty minutes later, their faces looked like raw hamburger.
“Enough,” Jett said quietly.
They hit themselves a few more times before registering his words, then collapsed in grateful sobs.
Jett turned to the corner where Raven and Senna lay broken.
“So. You’re certain my wife ruined your shoes?”
