Lust For Me, Daddy's Good Girl novel Chapter 44

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The two minutes rule

Hades

When I was younger, a psychologist once recommended something called the two–minute rule. To be honest, I still don’t know why my father dragged me into therapy in the first place. There was nothing wrong with me. I wasn’t broken. I wasn’t unstable. I was just different.

Unlike most people, I didn’t waste time pretending to want what was good for me. I did what I wanted, took what I wanted, claimed what I wanted.

To me, the best things in life had always been the bad and forbidden ones.

I had an appetite for the things I shouldn’t touch, especially when they belonged to someone else. Therapy didn’t cure me of that. If anything, it gave me tools to enjoy it more. The two–minute rule was one of them

It was simple, give people two minutes before doing anything. Let them talk. Let them dig their own graves. Let them feel safe enough to make it fun when I pulled the ground out from under them.

I learned that the longer they rambled, the more mistakes they made. The more they tested me, the worse it got for them. I turned a coping mechanism into a test, a way to see just how far people could push me.

And in all these years, I had never broken it.

Well, until now.

The man’s groans and panicked moans echoed down the mall’s hall as I slammed his face against the wall.

“Ahhh!” he choked out, blood already smearing on the pale surface. Behind us, startled screams rippled through the small crowd that had gathered. The woman with him yelled his name, but I barely glanced at her.

I tilted my head, watching him struggle, my voice flat and edged with danger.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been this pissed,” I said, low enough for only him to hear. “Pass her to you? Have a taste?” My grip on the back of his neck tightened. “You must want an early grave talking about her that way.”

Before he could respond, I drove his head into the wall again. His knees buckled, a strangled sound breaking from him as his body started to slump. I kicked the back of his legs out from under him, sending him crumpling to the floor.

He groaned, clutching his head. “Ah… please, stop. I’ll apologize,” he whimpered through the blood clogging his

nose.

His voice cracked, high–pitched and pathetic. I didn’t feel a shred of sympathy. I’m not the type to feel bad for someone, and even if I were, this man wouldn’t be worth it. There are always consequences to one’s actions, and right now, he was choking on his.

I pressed my foot down on his head, grinding his cheek into the cold floor until I felt bone scrape bone. “Too late for apologies,” I said, my tone as casual as if we were discussing the weather. “Trash like you should’ve never thought you had a chance with her.”

“W–what are you doing? Get off him! You’re going to kill him!” The woman yelled.

She spun toward one of the sales associates, her voice cracking. “Call security! Why are you just standing there? You’re the assistant manager, for fuck’s sake!”

The girl looked pale: “I–I did, but none of them answered. even called the police, they said they’d be here soon, but they’re not…”

Her words trailed off, and that’s when a man in the crowd spoke up. “I saw the white–haired guy talking to the

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police earlier. After that, they all just left.”

“Just who is he, that even the police turn a blind eye to an assault?”

I met their stares with the same bored look.

This was already dragging, and Violet was waiting for me. I had no interest in wasting another second on these people. I stepped away from the man. He groaned in relief, curling into himself.

The sound of shoes clicking against the floor reached me from behind. “Mr. Hades,” a familiar voice said.

I turned just enough to see Levi, impeccably dressed in his usual dark suit, the same man who had brought Violet flowers the other day. His face was unreadable.

He stepped forward and handed me a black handkerchief. I took it without a word and began wiping the blood from my knuckles.

When I was done, I tossed the handkerchief onto the man’s head. Then, without haste, I turned toward the seating area. My steps were unhurried as I sank into the couch, one arm draped lazily along the backrest, my leg crossing over the other.

My gaze swept the room once, meeting the eyes of everyone still staring at me. They all looked away immediately.

I leaned back, resting my chin on my hand.

All that remained was deciding whether I was finished with them.

“I’ll ask you one simple question.”

My gaze shifted to the man, who was still crumpled on the floor, blood on his shirt and fear in his eyes.

“Did she, in any way, flirt with you?”

“Of course-” the woman began.

“No, sir!” the man blurted, cutting her off. He winced as he crawled toward me, his every movement strained with pain. He shook his head hard enough that fresh blood dripped from his nose. “That woman didn’t flirt with me in the slightest. She ignored me all day.”

“Honey!!” the woman gasped, horrified.

“What?” he snapped. “Don’t call me honey! I’m beaten this badly because of you in the first place. And you probably lied about her. I know exactly the kind of person you are. You were jealous because she’s pretty. You make it hell for other women when I pay attention to them. You ruin their lives, and make them look like the terrible ones, when it’s you all along.”

“See? I knew she was lying,” someone muttered.

“I can’t believe she’d make up something like that,” another hissed.

“Poor girl, she had to suffer because of them, she’s just-

I turned my head and looked directly at the one speaking.

She swallowed, closed her mouth, and stared at the floor.

Who were they to pity her?

I shifted my attention to the assistant manager, the blonde woman who had so casually demanded Violet

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apologize earlier.

“You knew the truth,” I said flatly, “and you stood there and told her to apologize.”

She flinched under my gaze. “I–I didn’t have a choice,” she stammered.

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