His Innocent Sera novel Chapter 58

Nate knew the involvement of cops would expose him to his dad. He couldn't risk that. He also knew the owner was trying to rip them off. He had targeted Sera on purpose to wring them out. He was in a vulnerable position right now; one wrong move, and he would lose her forever. Swallowing back his anger, he decided to play along for now. Once they were done hiding, he’d reduce this place to ashes, with its smug owner trapped inside.

"How much?" Nate asked, opening his eyes, hand slipping into his pocket to retrieve the wallet.

"No. Don't pay him. He is ripping us off..." she insisted earnestly before asking in frustration," do you not trust me?" Nate gazed down at her, his features softening.

His fingers brushed her cheek as he said, "I know, baby. I know you've done nothing wrong. I trust you and you also please, trust me. This scumbag thinks he is ripping us off.." then his gaze cut to the owner, sharpening into something lethal, "But he has no idea what's coming for him."

"10 grand," the owner replied, his eyes sparkling with greed. Nate's eyes narrowed in disagreement.

"It isn't even 5," Nate countered, a hard edge to his voice.

"Now you would tell me how much I spent on that?" the owner hissed impatiently and shoving him. "Pay the fuck up." He had schemed everything to extract money from him, as the boy looked rich. And now he had them in his trap, he wasn't going to let them slip by.

Nate glared at him, his eyes blazing with deadly intent. His features set in a grim, unyielding line.

"Lower your eyes, boy. You ain't scaring anyone," the owner sneered, shoving him again. Fists clenched at Nate's side, knuckles whitening as the urge to strike the man surged through him. But he knew better than to give in, to act on his impulse. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm his rage.

Sera felt guilty as he pulled out a stack of cash from his pocket.

Nate held out the cash towards the owner and said, "I only have 2 for now. I'll pay the rest later."

"I'll take it for now. I want the rest by next week, the owner stated before extending his hand, eyes held warning, "I have connections."

The owner's fingers barely grazed the cash when Sera snatched it from Nate's hand, "No. We are not going to pay for someone else's mistake." With Nate on her side, she felt confident.

The owner gave Sera a deadly glare before shoving her. "Give me my money back, bitch," he snarled.

Nate lost it.

His fist swung, landing against the owner's face with a deadly force. The owner cried out in pain, hitting the splinter-covered ground. Sera gasped in shock, backing away on instinct. Fuming, Nate picked up a bottle from the table and advanced towards him. Eyes dark with murderous intent.

"You think you can put your hands on her and walk away?" he snarled before crashing the bottle over his head, wrenching a scream out of him. Chaos filled the room and people began flying out. The persecuted staff didn't bother saving their owner. The man had got it right. He was a scumbag.

All he saw was red— a consuming, violent red. Fury burned out reason; all that remained was a raging need to kill him for touching her. He wasn't going to just kill him, he was going to tear him apart limb from limb. He manhandled her for breaking the damn glasses. He seized a chair and began destroying everything that came in his path. He'd doubled in size, every inch of him bursting with fury. With muscles coiled nd chest heaving, he looked less like a man and more like a storm The owner cried, begged, but he didn't listen. Sera tried to stop him too, but he didn't listen. He wrecked the whole restaurant before circling back to him.

Clutching a fistful of his hair, Nate yanked his head back with ruthless force. The sharp twist sent pain shooting through his neck, drawing a scream. There was something dark and twisted in Nate's eyes. The man had never witnessed something like this before. The boy before him appeared, deranged, psycho.

The man's eyes widened in sheer terror as Nate pressed a pointed shard against his throat.

"You touched what's mine," he hissed, grinding the shard until a drop of blood surfaced, "Now watch me tear you apart."