No one had a clue what happened while Spencer was in prison, especially the people he had killed. If Spencer learned one thing in there, it was that when it came to the things that were yours, you had to fight for them, even if you had to cross the line.

The urge to destroy anything that got in the way of what he loved was so strong, even a month out of jail. Every guy who so much as looked at you had Spencer fuming. He didn’t want to admit how out of control his urges were; he wanted you to think he could handle himself. But he couldn’t, and he didn’t.

The two of you were leaving a bar that you had insisted Spencer take you to, which took lots of convincing. It was the perfect place to test his patience; no man there had good intentions. He even noticed a guy who couldn’t keep his eyes off you, and that set him off.

As you were about to leave, he instructed you to stay put. "I’m gonna use the bathroom, m’kay? Meet me outside." His hand on your lower back left your skin as you headed for the door, and Spencer’s eyes shot over to the man who kept staring at you.

This was exactly what he wanted. Watching this ignorant imbecile fall for his plan so easily was almost funny.

The man got up from his seat and headed to the back exit, the instincts of a criminal. Spencer followed behind him at a distance but never far enough to lose sight of him.

Once the man walked out that door, Spencer wasted no time peeking outside and scanning the area for anyone else. As soon as everything was perfectly set as his brilliant mind expected, he killed him. It was a petty kill, and who knows if the man was really after you, but it relieved the frustration that Spencer didn’t want you to see.