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Gunther Zurn had another thing fucking coming to him.
I tried not to ignore him, like Sakura had requested, but the more I paced my empty house alone tonight, the angrier I became. Gunther knew he was pissing me off, and he was doing it anyway. He continued to spite me.
After parking my car at the skatepark, where I knew that punk would be, I tucked my gun into my waistband and gritted my teeth when I spotted him in the rearview mirror. He skated alone down a rail and stopped at the bottom of a slope.
Unable to control myself, I stormed out of the car and up to him, grabbing him by his shirt collar and shoving him against a metal fence. He dropped his board, eyes widening, and shoved me back.
“What the fuck—” When he spotted me, he smirked. “Mr. Avery.”
“You need to back the fuck off Sakura,” I growled.
“Why? Do you like her? Is that why you gave her detention when she did nothing?”
I gritted my teeth and took him by the collar again. “I’m not fucking playing around with you, Zurn. You’re going to leave her the fuck alone. Don’t follow her around. Don’t talk to her at the store. Don’t look at her in my class.”
“She’s too pretty not to stare at.”
Instinctively, I balled my hand into a fist. I wanted to slam it into his face so badly.
Give him a taste of what it’d feel like if he even looked at my gir—
At Sakura.
Because she wasn’t my girl. She could never be my girl. Not like that.
“Don’t get me wrong; your wife is hot, but Sakura?” He whistled. “I’d fuck h—”
After whipping my gun out of my waistband, I shoved it against his abdomen. “Finish the fucking sentence, Zurn, and see what fucking happens to you.”
Suddenly, Zurn’s bratty mouth snapped shut. I wasn’t playing around anymore.
When he didn’t say anything for a few moments, I growled, shoved him back, and tucked the gun away. Gunther kicked up his skateboard, tossed it over his shoulder, then stormed out of the park, disappearing through the thick brush of trees surrounding this place.
I clenched my jaw and glared at the fence. I’d fucking hated that kid the moment he walked into my class. Nobody got to fuck Sakura. Nobody got the privilege of even thinking about fucking her.
After shaking my head, I turned around and scanned the skatepark to ensure that punk didn’t come back. But my gaze landed on my nephew from Georgina’s side, Blaise, the bratty, entitled asshole.
“What’re you doing with Gunther?” Blaise called, sauntering up to me.
I cocked a brow up at him. “None of your business.”
After rolling his eyes, he hopped on his board and skated down the halfpipe ramp. “Fine.”
“You don’t tell anyone what you saw,” I said to him, stalking closer and stepping underneath the dim overhead light that illuminated the skatepark after dark, noticing that Blaise’s eye was black and swollen. “And what the fuck happened to your eye? You get into a fight?”
He stopped his board inches from my feet and kicked it up, staring me right in the eye, almost as if he was looking for a fight. But while I had wanted to slam my fist into Gunther’s annoying fucking face, I wouldn’t hit Blaise. And he knew that.
“None of your business,” he said through gritted teeth.
“You should be at home.”
“You should be at home with your lovely wife,” he said, spitting my words back at me.
We both knew that my wife—his dad’s sister—was a spitting image of Blaise’s father, absent from everyone’s life, except her own, and didn’t give a shit about anything other than how much her shoes cost.
She was an annoying fucking bitch that Blaise knew not to talk about.
Pissed off that he had brought her up, I gritted my teeth.
“What happened to Vera Rodriguez?” I asked back, remembering that I’d spotted them together in Blaise’s car the other day.
If he wanted to piss me off, then I’d throw his love life back into his face. Stoop down to his level, which I had never done until I started sleeping with Sakura.
She brought out something ferocious in me.
“Shut your fucking mouth,” Blaise growled, storming away from me.
While I wanted to go after him and piss him off more, my mind was racing a million miles a minute, and I couldn’t get the thought of Sakura with Gunther out of my head. I didn’t have time to fuck around with Blaise.
I needed to see her. I needed to touch her. I needed her to tell me that she was mine.
And only mine.
I didn’t know if I could wait for class tomorrow.