Page 62 of Ruined

Frank leaned in, too close for my liking. “No one runs this place like you.”

He fumbled the flash drive and dropped it. He flushed as he picked it off the floor. His hand brushed Dominic’s knee as he handed it over.

Don’t touch him, you piece of shit.

Dominic set it aside. “I’ll look into it. Thanks for bringing it over.”

“You’re welcome, Dom.”

Dom?Who the fuck was this guy?

My chest tightened as Dominic shifted in his chair. “Don’t let me keep you from your wife.”

Frank’s smile twitched. “I was hoping we could catch up.”

“Not interested.”

“Come on, Dom. Just give me a few minutes.”

Frank needed to back off or he’d get my fist in his face. A flash of something hot and ugly surged through me. Neither of them looked at me, and it pissed me off. Both of them were in their own little world. Did they used to date? Was that why Dominic, a guy whose charm could blot out the sun, treated Frank like gum under his shoe?

Frank seemed to forget my presence entirely as he leaned forward, his hand sliding up Dominic’s arm and anchoring over his bicep.

“Baby, I made a mistake.”

My vision flashed red.

One second, Frank’s hand was on Dominic’s arm. The next, I had him by the collar, yanking him back so hard his feet dragged across the tiles. My knee pinned his throat, my fist cracking against his face. The sound was satisfying.

“Luca!” Dominic barked.

Smug, pathetic fucker, touching what didn’t belong to him. Calling himbaby.My knuckles split on the next punch, blood smearing his face. He didn’t deserve Dominic’s attention or the space he took up in his life.

Frank gasped, blood pouring down his face. He tried to push me off, but his attempts were pathetic. My knee dug into his neck, and I could feel him choking. I leaned in harder.

A hand gripped my shoulder. “Luca, let him go.”

My gaze flicked up. Dominic’s tender gaze bored into mine, pulling me back to the surface. Slowly, I lifted my knee off Frank’s throat.

Frank gasped, his hands flying up to his neck. He got up and scrambled backward, slamming into the wall. He looked at Dominic, then at me.

“Touch him again,” I snarled, “and I’ll kill you.”

Clutching his nose, he scampered. He made wheezing gulps as he sprinted for the door. The door slammed behind him.

My hands still shook, and I couldn’t look at Dominic. My attention centered on the bloody smear Frank had left behind. I didn’t want to see what he saw in me now.

I stalked across the room, back and forth. Dominic hadn’t said a word since he’d told me to let Frank go. He watched me, calm, like always. I needed him to shout, hit me, tell me I was out of line. Anything other than that quiet stare. His silence felt like judgment, and I hated it.

Anger bubbled up, mixing with the jealousy I couldn’t shake. The thought of Frank touching him, of Dominic letting him—baby—fuck. I got in his face, and Dominic still didn’t budge.

“So who the hell is he?”

His brow lifted. “He’s a floor supervisor.”

“Do you make a habit of fucking your employees?”

His lips quirked. “Not usually.”