Rage exploded in his chest and before he could think to stop himself he'd backhanded the lying b***h. "f**k you!" he snarled, rearing back.
The hit didn't have much power behind it, but still, he regretted the action. He didn't beat women. If he had to deal with one within the organization, they were killed swiftly and humanely. Katie swung wildly on the hook, crying out in shock. She sobbed, her feelings likely hurt more than her face.
"You do not speak to me about that s**t again, understand?" he snarled.
When she didn't answer, he took a threatening step toward her, lifting his hand again. She watched him warily and whispered, "Yes."
He stalked toward the table on which he'd set his whip down earlier. He could feel her terror-filled gaze following his every move. He picked up his s
