“I know you’re in there, Jane. I tracked your cell phone to this location.”

The words are enough to make me want to strangle him right now. Not only is this little bitch ruining my interrogation of Jane, he’s also stalking her, threatening her, and diverting her fear from me – where it should be – to his puny, stupid ass.

Why the actual fuck would he be tracking her phone? Is he stalking her? Even if she’s cheated on him a million times, he should just have broken up with her, not fucking gone full psycho mode and tracked her ass down.

There’s more to this.

And while it has no weight on what’s going down with Jane, I’m also curious how it’s all going to play out. I glance over at Jane. She’s sitting on the counter still, her legs dangling over the edge. She’s pale, her face twisted into an expression of pain. I don’t know what’s on her mind, but it’s clearly painful.

I wonder if its him.

Did she cheat on him? Because I have a feeling that creep is this guy’s base ability. He seems like the type that came factory set with a stalker setting that’s yet to be disabled. Even if she did, though, nothing gives him the right to treat her this way.

Sure, what I’m doing to her is fucked up, but I’m protecting my family. I bet poetry shoes is just doing this to get laid.

She’s studying me, her eyes begging me to help her. But I’m not a fucking savior. I’m not the hero, I’m no white knight; I don’t fucking do this shit.

As if she can read my thoughts, her eyes lower to her lap again, as if her cute short shorts hold all the answers.

She doesn’t understand that I’m not two halves of a man. I’m a monster. I’ll fucking snatch her from her room and lord fear over her to keep her silent, to bend her to my will. I’m not going to fucking save her from her dipshit boyfriend.

Next door, the idiot keeps banging on the door, his very voice making my temper shorten bit by bit.

I glance back at Jane, who’s watching me, her wide eyes nervous. She’s scared again. Good. But as I watch, a tiny smile tugs the corners of her lips and I feel like she’s giving me a silent signal to end this shit.

Fine.

I’ll help her end it.

I open my room door and walk over to a very surprised looking man child and grab his collar. “You couldn’t leave well enough alone, could you?” I ask as I shove him into my room.

He protests until he sees Jane.

Then he’s furious. I’m holding him back by the collar as he tries to lunge forward to get to her.

“What the fuck, Jane?” He asks, his voice rising an octave with his anger. It’s amusing that he sounds like a shrill, angry little girl when he’s mad. With one hand, I push him down into the chair Cami has sat in.

He tries to get up, but I grab his shoulder and push him back into the chair. It's like he suddenly sees me again.

“You’re fucking my fiancé,” he says, glaring up at me like I’m the devil. He’s half right.

I could deny it. But I’d rather save my breath and words for more important things.

When he realizes I’m not going to engage with him he glances back over at a frozen Jane. She’s staring at him like he’s the biggest mistake she’s ever made. I agree with her. How is this puny little shit anything to her?

As the guy tries to get up again, I once more put him on his ass with a single hand on his shoulder. The idiot doesn’t learn, clearly. The sooner he accepts he’s not the boss here, the better.

He again struggles against me. Holding him in one place with that single hand on his shoulder, I look him in the eyes.

“You’re not in charge here,” I tell him slowly, clearly. As if I’m the most menacing thing he’s ever faced, he shrinks into his chair a little bit. He gives a quick nod, his eyes locked on mine like he’s offering his soul if only I don’t hurt him.

I remove my hand from his shoulder and he stays put, as if he’s aware I won’t just push him down next time. No, next time, I’ll make sure he can’t get up again without permission.

With a glance at Jane, I see the look in her eyes. She’s realizes that her boyfriend isn’t the one who’s frightening here. As if I needed to prove that.

With her eyes locked on me, I see the terror in her eyes again. It’s a good feeling. I was getting sick of her puppy dog looks like I’m some nice guy who’s here to save her from her big, bad ex-boyfriend.

I’m fucking not.

I need this little prick to say his part, and her to say hers so I can get rid of him. Because I need some time alone with her. I need to know what she knows. I need to know if she’s a threat. And if that means making sure she fucking breaks up with this idiot and sends him on his merry way, so fucking be it.

“You should have fucking left,” I tell the hipster shithead. He nods, his eyes filled with panic. “But since you didn’t, your girlfriend has something to tell you. Something you’re going to fucking listen to and respect.” I move closer to him and he shrinks back in the chair. He notices his reaction and tries to act tough, sprawling in the chair and crossing his arms while having the audacity to feign looking bored.

“I won’t tell you twice,” I say, and I see a flicker of fear in his eyes.