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Chapter Twenty-Two

Anger filled Mark's heart the very instant that he heard this…this…this poor excuse for a human being state that not only had he put a scar on one of Emily's breasts to show that she was a 'stupid bitch' but that he intended to do the same to her other one.

Not if he had anything to do about it.

His body raced forward with the speed of a cheetah and all of the strength that he possessed in his body, and drove one of his strong shoulders deep into the abdomen of Johnathon's slightly shorter stature, sending them both down to the ground several feet from Emily's fallen form and causing the denim cowboy hat to fall from the top of his head, freeing his hair to fly around his face a little bit.

Sitting himself on top of the unfortunate soul that decided to crash the party, he grabbed him by the hair on top of his head, and forced him to look in his direction while the tone in his voice took on a very dark and sinister sound.

"Tell me that you are lying…" Mark whispered, heatedly, "Tell me that you made up what you just said if you want to live past tonight."

Mark kept his body nestled atop Emily's ex while he never removed his eyes away from his. The amount of hatred poured out of every pore in his body while his ears waited to hear Johnathon's confession.

Instead of a heartfelt confession or a quivering, pleading one, his southern goddess's former flame started to laugh, maniacally, towards him while his voice escaped out in a similar sounding voice.

"What's wrong, Mark?" He asked, teasingly, "Feeling upset about what I did? No…Perhaps…You feel…jealous of me since I marked her as my 'SB'."

That was the final straw. He crossed the line with him on that statement. Anyone, male or female, that would get a sick and twisted pleasure from making someone suffer or even carve letters, numbers or symbols into their flesh to show everyone that they were their 'property'…deserved the worst imaginable punishment.

Mark pulled his free hand back, balled it up into a tight fist, and brought it crashing down towards his face with no mercy shown towards the individual beneath him. His eyes watched as Johnathan flinched out of his pain while his ears heard him let out a disgruntled cry.

"You give men like me a bad name." Every syllable that flowed out of his mouth contained an intense amount of the very anger that fueled his take down of him. "It is because of guys like you that makes it extremely hard on us good guys to show a woman we don't plan on hurting them."

"You will end up hurting Emily."

"I will never hurt her…She is my whole world and everything. I would never do anything to upset her or make her doubt about being with me."

"You will hurt her…and she will come crawling back to me for my attention and my love."

"Oh really?"

"Really-"

Unable to control his emotions, he snapped his head forward, and brought their foreheads crashing against one another with tremendous force. He leaned his head back, and watched Johnathon's eyes clench tightly for a moment before they relaxed with the rest of his newly limp body. Mark maintained his attention fully on him while his body was straddled over the top of his sprawled out frame, and spoke to him in a soft and serious whisper.

"Want to bet on that?"

I have to get up…I need to make sure that Mark is okay, and that my ex hasn't done anything to him.

With her motivation being on the new love in her life and her desire to make sure he is safe and secure, Emily softly groaned as she pressed the palms of her hands against the hard earth beneath her. She managed to make her way to her feet with the skirt of her maroon and red plaid dress swaying side to side, knocking off some of the dirt that was embedded into the fabric of it.

Take it easy on yourself, Emily. Don't push yourself too hard, and end up hurting instead of helping yourself.

She took heed of what her conscience whispered to her, wishing to not injure herself more than she already was at the moment.

Her eyes moved over to where Mark was straddled over Johnathon's sprawled out body a little ways away from her due to the spear that her new love did on the old one. She drew in a breath of air, and proceeded towards where he was nestled with her hands at the sides of her dress.

Please be okay, Mark…Don't let there be anything wrong with you.

The fear that ravaged her system was that of the new man in her life sitting there with some sort of wound he suffered during the battle with Johnathon. She didn't want to find him bleeding or about to pass out due to standing up for her, and keeping her from getting hurt by the party crasher.

She drew in a single breath of air, and moved a few more feet towards him, leaving the crowds of people there at the party behind her. Emily maintained her attention on him as her voice escaped from her mouth.

"Mark…" She said, softly. Her voice trembled out of the nervousness and dread of the secret that was causing unbridled turmoil deep inside of her body.

With her eyes focused on him, Emily brought her body to an abrupt stop upon capturing sight of him turning around, and looking at her with several strands of his thick, black hair hanging down in front of his face and his denim cowboy hat lying off to the side of where he was nestled.

The very instant that her eyes met his, a strong urge to run towards him, and wrap her arms around his muscular physique begun to eat away at her. Finding him to not be hurt eased the concern and worry far from her mind, but it didn't stop the unbridled need she possessed inside of her body for him and only him.

Emily waited for him to rise up to stand up with a similar look growing in his eyes before her gaze started to tear up on the spot as a soft breath of relief slipped out of the small opening in her mouth.

"Mark…"

Unable to restrain herself for a few more moments, her body raced towards where his was moving to his feet, and wrapped her arms around the back of his neck before burying her face into the crook of his strong neck.

Don't you think he might believe this to be a little forward, Emily?

Her conscience's question fell dead to her ears when she registered Mark's strong arms wrapping around her body, placing the palm of one hand on the back of her head and the other palm against the middle of her back. The sensation alone chased away any other thought besides that of enjoying and savoring the moment she was experiencing.

Another soft breath escaped from her mouth, and danced across a side of his throat along with her voice whispering out just one word in a slightly shaky tone.

"Mark…"