CHAPTER 94
**ZION**
He barely even looked at me, ignoring the sharp edge in my voice as though I hadn’t just barked his name.
"Yeah?" he replied, his tone laced with smug amusement, as though he found the entire situation entertaining.
His casual demeanour only fueled the fury rising in me.
His grin stretched wide, infuriatingly smug, as he tossed a few ice cubes into a glass. The soft clink of ice against crystal was maddeningly casual, a sharp contrast to the storm building inside me.
He poured himself a drink with an irritating ease, swirling the liquid around lazily before reaching into his pocket.
My jaw clenched as he pulled out a small, unmarked bag, his fingers deftly shaking out a tiny white pill.
“Don’t tell me you’re going through with this,” I snarled, my voice a low growl as I watched him drop the pill into the glass.
It dissolved almost instantly, the faint fizz, a sickening sound that made my blood boil.
Shane chuckled, stirring the drink with the tip of his finger like he was crafting some masterpiece.
“This is going to be so much fun,” he said, his tone light and full of twisted amusement.
"It’s just a little something to help her... relax. No harm in that, right? You know she’s way too uptight. I’m just making sure she’s more... compliant. No big deal.”
He flashed me a grin, the kind of smile that made my blood run cold.
"A little push and everything will fall into place. She’ll be too far gone to fight back."
'How dare he!'
Only I had the right to play those games with her.
The sight of him—so casual, so confident in his disgusting plan—made my skin crawl. He smoothed the sheets on the bed with the same nonchalance, like he wasn’t planning something vile, like this was just another game.
He thought he’d get away with it. He thought he could drug her, my Snowflake, and leave her shattered.
Winter. The one person who could go toe-to-toe with me, who wasn’t afraid to fight back. The thought of her being hurt, of her strength stolen by him, filled me with a blinding rage. My fists clenched so tightly I could feel my nails biting into my palms.
“You’re going to regret this,” I said, my voice dangerously low, every word vibrating with barely restrained fury.
Before I could stop myself, I had him by the collar, yanking him up so fast his drink sloshed over the edge of the glass.
"Dude..what the fu-"
Before he could finish his sentence, I snatched the pill bottle from his pocket.
With a sharp twist of my wrist, I hurled it at the wall. The glass bottle shattered on impact, the pills scattering like broken teeth across the floor.
Shane’s face flushed crimson, his eyes wide with shock.
Then his expression darkened, his hands on me in an instant, shoving me back hard. He had no clue who he was dealing with, Zion Royal. Guy had a fucking death wish.
"Why the *fuck* did you do that?!" He shouted, rage clear in his voice, spittle flying from his mouth as he lunged forward, his chest rising and falling with each laboured breath like he was ready to throw a punch.
His eyes blazed with a mix of fury and disbelief like he couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that I’d just ruined his little plan.
"Aaahh.."
One punch and Shane was on the floor. I didn’t even have to put much into it—he barely stood a chance, not when I outweighed him by fifty pounds easily. He hit the ground like a sack of bricks, a shocked groan escaping his lips as his hand flew to his face.
A nasty red lump started to form on his temple, swelling the second he pulled his hand away, but I wasn’t about to give him time to recover.
I stepped closer, my gaze fixed on him, cold and calculating like a predator zeroing in on its target.
Shane scrambled, quickly on his feet, dashing to the other side of the bed, keeping it as a barrier between us.
“Zion, man, calm down,” he stammered, his voice shaking just a bit, his eyes wide with panic. He threw his hands up like surrendering would save him.
I stopped just short of bed, my chest heaving, but I wasn’t anywhere near calm. I glared at him, my blood boiling with every second that passed.
“*Calm down*?” I repeated, the words seething through my teeth.
“That’s your fucking advice?”
He stayed behind the bed like it would protect him from what was coming. I stalked forward, taking a step to the side, cornering him.
“What happened to all that confidence, huh? Not so tough now, are you?”
Shane’s breath faltered, and for the first time, I saw a flicker of fear in his eyes.
He knew exactly what was coming, and he wasn’t ready for it. Not by a long shot.
I stood there, barely moving, the only sound in the room was my slow, measured breathing as I stared at him.
Shane’s anger might’ve been hot, but mine was cold. Lethal. The kind that simmers under the surface until it explodes.
“You honestly thought you could come into my home, drug Winter, and take advantage of her while I stood by and let it happen? That I would cheer you on!"
I took a step closer, my fists clenched so tight my knuckles ached. “You think I’d let you do that? Do you think that I'd just sit back and watch while you cross that line? You’re fucking wrong, Shane.” I snarled, my teeth clenched, my voice low and filled with a simmering fury.
Shane swallowed hard, nodding quickly, his bravado gone.
“Okay, okay, man... it was just a dumb idea. I didn’t mean anything by it—just... just relax, alright?” He stumbled over his words, his fear finally seeping through the smug facade.
I released him, shoving him away from me in disgust. He stumbled, straightening his shirt like nothing had happened, but I could see the fear lingering in his eyes.
“Get this through your head, Shane,” I growled, voice low and steady.
“If you *ever* think of laying a hand on Winter, or even look at her with anything less than respect, I’ll make sure it’s not just that bottle that breaks. I’ll break you.”
He faltered, eyes darting between me and the shattered remains of his precious little plan on the floor, unsure if I was bluffing or if I’d follow through. The smart part of him knew.
“Now Get the fuck out of my room,” I snapped, voice ice-cold. He didn’t need to be told twice. Grabbing his phone and what was left of his beer, he bolted for the door without looking back.
I stood there, chest heaving, fists still clenched as the adrenaline surged through me. It took every ounce of self-control not to go after him.
Snowflake was mine.
And only mine.
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