My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 347

Chapter 347

“A real nice piece of ass, isn’t she?” Raphael said, letting out a low, rough chuckle that sounded completely friendly, but made my stomach drop into a cold pit. He gestured with his chin toward me, “I can’t blame you guys for staring. When a girl looks like this, men are going to want to touch. It’s just human nature.”

The intensity in the roorn shifted instantly. It was suffocating. I gripped the slushie cups tighter, my heart freezing in my chest. He was talking about me like I was nothing but an object, like I was just some cheap body for men to look at.

But behind the cash register, the clerk let out a sudden sigh of relief. Hearing Raphael speak like that completely broke his fear. A nasty, confident smirk crept back onto the clerk’s face, and he leaned back forward on the counter.

“Right?” the clerk said, feeling brave again, “Man, I thought you were gonna be pissed. But yeah, she’s fine as hell. We were just having a little fun with her, you know?”

“Hell yeah,” the pervert in the leather jacket bragged, lifting his chin up as he pointed at the burnt hole in my shirt, “She tried to act all tough and ignore me, so I had to show her what a real man feels like. Pressed my cigarette right into her titties. You should have heard the sound she made, man. I bet she barks real nice when you touch her like that at home.”

They didn’t notice the way Raphael’s dark eyes were perfectly tracking the cigarette in the man’s hand. They didn’t notice how his body was slowly, and silently shifting.

“She does,” Raphael answered, “And you enjoyed making her make that sound?”

“Hell yeah, we did,” the pervert laughed, stepping a little closer to Raphael, completely blind to the monster he was playing with, “If you’re done with her, you should leave her here with us for an hour. We can show her a real good time.”

Raphael smiled. It was a wide, bright, and incredibly beautiful smile, but his eyes stayed dead, dark, and completely frozen.

“Thank you,” Raphael murmured softly, “Thank you for telling me exactly what you did, because now…” he paused, his gaze moving slowly from the clerk behind the counter to the man standing right in front of him, the bright smile still fixed on his handsome face. “Now you’re going to fucking die.”

The smile on Raphael’s face didn’t fade. It just grew wider as he moved.

He didn’t give them a second to breathe. His right hand shot forward, wrapping around the neck of the pervert in the leather jacket. His fingers dug deep into the man’s throat, choking off his laugh into a terrified gasp. I gasped as Raphael lifted the man completely off his feet and slammed him face-first onto the counter.

Red exploded everywhere, splashing across the counter as the man’s nose shattered completely, spraying thick, dark blood across the glass.

“Hey! What the fuck-” the clerk behind the register screamed, as he scrambled backward, trying to open a drawer to grab a weapon.

Raphael didn’t let him. While still holding the pervert down with one hand, his other hand reached across the counter and grabbed the heavy metal cash register. With one pull, he ripped the machine right off its wires and swung it like a hammer, slamming the heavy metal box straight into the side of the clerk’s face.

The crunch of bone was loud and wet. The clerk spun through the air, his teeth flying out of his mouth in a shower of blood before he crashed heavily into the cigarette rack behind him. Dozens of plastic packs tumbled down.

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The pervert on the counter was choking on his own blood, trying to claw at Raphael’s crushing grip. Raphael pulled the man up by his hair, his dark eyes totally blank, empty of any human emotion. He reached into the man’s leather jacket pocket, pulled out the lighter and the pack of cigarettes, and tossed them onto the counter.

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