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do well to shut the fuck up and take this like a good little slut.”
    She whimpered.
    Zeke cocked his gun, loving the thrill of the violence right at the surface.
    “Get the fuck out of here,” the guy said to Zeke without looking over at him.
    “You better back the fuck off, or I’ll put a bullet through your dick before shooting you in the feet so you have to crawl out of here like the snake you are.” Zeke said in a deadly, calm voice.
    The guy finally looked over at him, and Zeke could tell by the lack of fear on the man’s face that he had no clue who Zeke was. Well, he’d find out soon enough.
    “I’m not going to ask again. Me even giving you a warning is more than I’d do for anyone else, motherfucker.”
    The guy stepped forward, the knife raised high.
    “Sweetheart, get the hell out of here,” Zeke said, holding his gaze on the man. The woman ran off, crying as she stumbled out of the alleyway.
    “You some kind of vigilante or something?” The guy said and chuckled.
    “Hardly.” Zeke pointed the gun at the asshole’s cock, and without thinking, just grinning, he shot the prick right in the, well, prick. The guy screamed, dropped the knife, and cupped himself. He’d bleed to death from that shot alone, but Zeke pulled the trigger, putting a bullet in the top of each of his feet. He fell to the ground, screaming, but there would be no one to help him. Zeke owned this city, and if he didn’t want anyone fucking touching this would-be rapist, then this little bastard would bleed out here on the dirty ground like the scumbag he was.
    “Next time a woman says no, that means back the fuck off, motherfucker.” Zeke turned and left him bleeding out on the ground, feeling a rush of power flow through him. He might be a bad motherfucker, evil to most, dangerous to all, but he wasn’t about to let a vulnerable woman get raped in an alley. No, Zeke would kill the fucker that thought to take something from a woman that she wasn’t willing to give.

T here was nothing like a bit of violence to calm the ever-present monster within Zeke. He didn’t think about the guy he’d just punished in that dirty darkened alley. Instead, his thoughts went back to his daughter and his grandchild. Okay, so he was mightily pissed that Shakes had knocked his daughter up. For a time, he’d been happy to pretend that even though they were together, they weren’t having sex. Stupid to think, but it was what kept him away from Shakes. Now, he had the evidence that Shakes was touching his little girl, and it pissed him off.
    However, he loved Daniella, and she was so much like him that he knew she’d follow through with her threat, and he’d never get to know her kid. He didn’t want that. What he didn’t want was to think about his kid having sex. What kind of father ever wanted to know what his daughter was doing behind closed doors? He sure didn’t. He was a guy himself and knew what twisted shit guys were thinking. They were not all like him but still, most guys wanted to fuck.
    When his grandson was born, he hoped he was a little terror, and had Shakes rushing around all over the place.
    What if it’s a girl?
    He paused as the thought passed through his mind. Zeke didn’t like it. If he had a granddaughter, he was going to have to start killing boys who even looked at her. Fuck, his rather happy mood turned sour at the thought of little pricks chasing around a younger version of Daniella. He’d have to start killing them off young.
    The moment he walked up toward the bouncer guarding the door of Dominion, the guy tensed up.
    “Hey, boss.”
    “Hey.” He wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries. His good mood had evaporated the moment he’d realized that he might have to protect another young girl. Fucking priceless. He was considered the worst kind of monster to fuck over, and now he was thinking of protecting a little girl that hadn’t even been born.
    If he really thought about it, Daniella shouldn’t have