Chapter 56. The Fight

SEBASTIAN’S POV

“And what about her?” My lips thinned with anger as I glared at him. 

“Easy there buddy,” he grinned, sealing the whiskey bottle. “Why so flared up and defensive all of a sudden? She’s just a slave, you---"

"She might be a slave," I interjected, stopping him in his tracks. "But I'm in charge of her now. I'm her master, not you," I stressed. “So you have no rights whatsoever to speak about her or ask about her….just don’t mention her name ever again.”

He scoffed incredulously, fixing his gaze on me with surprise and shock. Then, his expression shifted, and he reached for the filled glass on the coaster. With a fierce gulp, he downed its contents and wiped a stray droplet from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. Finally, he locked a cold, sinister stare on me.

“I’m just here to make one thing clear to you. She was the prettiest and hottest of my slaves. And she still is. Finding a replacement for her has been fucking ha