Forty-Four
Knox
The warrior was easily over six and a half feet tall to Aria’s barely over five feet some change of fuck around and find out, she had. He had a good three hundred pounds of muscle on her and sported beefy hands with broken skin on his knuckles from hitting my girl repeatedly.
“That’s him,” Brander stated as if I needed confirmation.
I moved silently as the men quivered, feeling my anger. The rattle in my chest was raw, angry, and filled with unleashed rage. Standing in front of the warrior, I stared him in the eye, noting how his gaze dropped quickly.
“You can’t fucking look me in the eye, but yet you can beat the shit out of a tiny girl?” I snapped coldly, watching his jaw tense beneath my angry glare. “Fucking look at me, asshole. I’m not your fucking friend. I’m your King. I asked you a fucking question. I expect an answer.”
“She started a fight with Bekkah, and both are under your protection, My King,” he stated, holding his head up while peering through me. Aria had done inside the tent, her face mangled from this asshole’s hands that were larger than her entire head.
My hand moved, slamming into his face without warning, sending him to his knees. I gripped his hair, ripping his head back. “Explain to me why you felt the need to hit her more than once, or better yet, at all? Explain to me why after my girl was on the ground, you continued to fucking kick her ass?”
“Bekkah said Aria would spell you if we allowed her to live,” he uttered, spitting out teeth. “We cannot allow Aria Hecate to live, Sire. She is too powerful. Our job is to protect you, not some whore who can’t learn to listen and obey.”
“My girl isn’t a whore, you brainless fuck. Aria has known one cock in her entire lifetime. Mine. Your whore, however, has fucked the entire camp of warriors more than a few times to see whom she could poison with her cunt.”
“With all due respect, you fucked her, too,” the warrior sneered.
“No, I didn’t. You see, she’s not worth fucking to me. Bekkah enjoys power over men, and I can’t be subdued by a loose twat that would fuck a minotaur and have room for more than one of his friends in her loose cunt. She played you, and you believed her because she touched your cheek and told you she feared for your life. Here’s the thing, you hurt my fucking girl. I expressly made certain everyone knew not to touch her. She didn’t just have my protection, she had my mark on her shoulder, and my scent freshly placed between her legs.”
“She will die, either by one of us or by the witches. Aria Hecate betrayed her people by slaughtering them, and she will do it again. Just because you like the feel of her cunt around your cock doesn’t make her any less evil, My King.”
I kneeled, staring the warrior in the eye as I smiled evilly. “Reach into your fucking chest and give me your third rib bone. Now.”
I stepped back, watching the fear playing on his face while he decided if he could manage it or not. His nails sliced through his chest, and a scream tore from his lungs while pathetic tears ran down his face. His trembling hand pushed into his chest, but he paused, unable to pull the rib out. I kicked his shoulder, watching as he howled while falling forward onto his face.
“Put your arm back into the socket and don’t make a sound while you manage it.” With disinterest, I watched his bloody hand lift to his shoulder as he howled again, screaming like a pussy while he held his arm. “My girl did both, and she barely fucking made a sound as she removed the rib you broke and fixed the arm you dislocated. Right now, she’s standing in my tent, absolutely silent and utterly pissed off at me. That little girl you hurt, she has more balls and strength than you will ever have. Do you want to know why? It’s because Aria Hecate is a fucking monster, one that I intend to keep at all costs. Get up,” I growled, watching the man fighting to get back to his feet, moving slower than it had taken Aria with the damage she’d sustained.
The men waited behind me while the warrior struggled, crying out with every attempt he took to get