She Killed Her Sister To Save Her Lover Chapter 2

She screamed. Before anyone could process what was happening, I had snatched Brody Wells, who stood apart, grinning smugly at my arrival. I swung the baton again, bringing it down with crushing force onto his shoulder. He let out a shriek of raw agony, and that finally jolted Sloan back to reality.

She shoved me away and quickly shielded Brody behind her.

“Carl Owen! Are you losing it? You’re acting like a rabid dog, tearing apart the furniture!” She glared at me, her brow furrowed with pure disgust.

I walked toward her, one slow step at a time. The baton in my hand was gripped so tightly my knuckles were white. “Yes, Sloan. I lost it. The moment you took Nora’s last chance at life and gave it to this animal, I lost everything.”

Hearing Nora’s name, Sloan let out a soft, contemptuous laugh. “Still obsessed with that little tramp? Did she call you to complain? She really is a useless thing who can only rely on a man…”

I cut her off with a sharp, stinging slap across her face. “You don’t have the right to speak her name, you criminal!”

My slap ignited a rage in Sloan that matched my own. She stood up, poking my chest with a manicured finger, her voice a low, venomous growl. “A slut is a slut! Why can’t I mention her? Don’t forget, you are still my husband, Carl Harrington!”

Her eyes were filled with hatred. She grabbed a nearby steak knife and pressed the point lightly against my cheek. “Come on, dear husband. Apologize to my Brody-bear.”

“Maybe if my mood improves, I’ll even let that tramp live a few more days.”

With the knife pressed against me, I was unable to fight. She forced me to crouch down like a dog in front of Brody.

I curled my lip into a smile. “Fine. If you can save Nora, I’ll kowtow to him. I’ll grovel.”

Sloan’s face instantly chilled, only to snap back into a sneer a second later. “Perfect. I’d like to see just how low you’ll sink for that slut!”

The instant she removed the knife, I lunged like a starved wolf, pulling Brody to the floor, sinking my teeth into his neck artery—I wanted to rip him apart!

Sloan screamed for her security guards to drag me off. My head hit the floor, but I felt no pain. Only sheer, savage release. I let out a rattling laugh, cold eyes fixed on Brody as he wailed in terror, blood soaking his shirt.

Sloan walked over, had a guard yank me up by the collar, and looked me dead in the eye, her expression vile. “You ungrateful, lowlife piece of trash! Since you won't do it the easy way, you can strip naked, kneel on the floor, and beg Brody for forgiveness!”

“Otherwise…”

I wiped the blood from my lips and met her gaze fearlessly. “Otherwise what?”