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With the speed of lighting, Ghost was up and had rounded the table, slamming Sergio's head on the table and keeping it down firmly with his hand, squashing it against the rough surface of the table.

"If I say tread carefully, you should know it's about to get fucking dirty, asshole!" Ghost rasped, taking out a dagger and impaling it right into Sergio's thigh.

He let out a thunderous yell, struggling with all his strength to break free from Ghost. But he could only try. He was no match for Ghost's steel-like hold, especially when he was in such a monstrous mood.

"The only reason this dagger isn't cutting off your fucking cock is because you didn't fuck her. I made sure to ask before coming down here."

"What the fuck is your problem, man?! She's just a slut!" Sergio cried out, still squirming. His leg was oozing blood.

"Now, that's where you're wrong," Ghost breathed out rashly, grabbing a handful of Sergio's hair. "She's not a slut. Not 'your' slut. She's mine."

"Yours? What t