Chained to You (Dark Billionaires 3, 4)

"It's nothing." I smiled at him brightly and continued. "Aria must be waiting for us. Shall we get going?"

He chuckled and said, "Yes."

Chapter 38

Los Angeles

Herbert hadn't been in a good mood for the last twenty-four hours since he'd left his hometown in South Hampshire and flown all the way here to Los Angeles. This was all in order to search for his beloved Mia Donovan.

Fuck! But L.A. was a fucking huge city, and how the hell was he going to find her? Frist of all, why the heck did he even believe that bitch waitress back in Mystic Spring that Mia was currently in L.A. in the first place? For all he knew, the woman might have lied to him in order for him to leave her alone. Not that him threatening her and pointing a fucking gun at her had anything to do with her fear of him, of course.

Fuck! He was hot and he was pissed. Everything that could go wrong had gone wrong, and he was about to kill someone in order to appease his frustration. More importantly, he'd need to find a fucking prostitute, preferring one with dark hair and pale skin like his Mia, to relieve his sexual craving.

He stamped his feet a couple times in irritation as he waited impatiently for his turn to get into the bathroom. Fuck! It was so fucking busy here in this fucking stupid mall, with kids everywhere, which was fucking annoying.

Once his turn finally came, he rushed in. Inside the cubicle, he took his time relieving himself, and as he was doing so, he closed his eyes and tried to imagine his cute Mia in an utterly sexy compromised position and him fucking her, his thick cock pounding into her vigorously while she begged him to stop.

He smiled gleefully. Yep, when he found her, he'd fucking kill to get her, and this time, he finally was really going to fuck her, taking her virginity. Fuck! She had better still be a virgin, because he'd waited so fucking long until she was ripe for the plucking, and he wasn't about to let someone else have a taste of her exotic body before him.

Once he was done, he felt better, and as he walked out of the bathroom, he even hummed to himself a happy tune. Yep, tonight he'd find a prostitute who looked similar to Mia and really fuck her just to keep him going, and he was so looking forward to that.

He was just walking past the ladies' room and heading toward the exit when something, or rather someone, caught his eyes.

Herbert did a double take, and once he was sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him, he smiled with glee. That smile, however, didn't last long because the scene that suddenly played before him made his blood boil with anger.

His heart raced and his pulse increased as his face went red. Fuck! Who the fuck was that? And why the fuck was he holding on to his Mia like he was her fucking boyfriend or something?

No! Fuck! No! Fuck! Mia was his and his alone. That sick bastard had no rights to his Mia.

Herbert had never felt so much hate for another man in his life, and certainly, he was going to have to kill this bastard in order to get his Mia back.

He smiled darkly at thought as he followed pair out the door.

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