Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
“She is my fiancée.”
“One might say she’s like a second daughter to me.”
“One might be wrong. She’s nothing to you.” Torin is simply the father of Boston’s sister’s best friend. He’s the father of a Greyson girl, and Boston isn’t one.
She is nothing to him and more importantly, he is nothing to her.
Torin grins wider. “And you like her,” he repeats himself. “I don’t have to tell you this, but that could be dangerous for you both.”
I don’t comment because there is no reason to. I can protect what’s mine. I wouldn’t run the nation’s most notable security corporation if I couldn’t.
He looks over at the girls’ table. “My daughter will marry a man she hates. I’ll be sure of it. To protect her.” He pauses a moment. “Speaking of…” he grumbles and I look over, my brows snapping together when I spot the familiar grinning asshole.
Hayze fucking Garrett.
I scoot forward on my seat, eyes narrowing.
“Hayze fucking Garrett.” Torin mimics my thought. “Pain in the fucking ass. Impulsive. Arrogant.” He sighs. “And fucking brilliant, the backwoods bastard.”
I trail him with my eyes, noticing the way he dips down close to Bronx and the complete disregard she hits him with.
“You said protector.”
“Mm.” Torin nods, blowing smoke into the space between us. “She’s fought me long enough and with the turn of the tides in our world, with Rocklin and Delta now both spoken for, and with the fourth Greyson girl still missing, Bronx is most likely to be a target, should someone foolishly decide to make her one.”
I look away a moment, lifting my glass to my lips before facing him again, focusing on the simplest part of his statement and not the part that would raise questions. “You really think Bastian will give up the only man he brought with him when he took over?”
Torin considers this, glaring across the room a moment before nodding. “Sacrifice is the first thing men in this world learn, be it the easy or the hard way. He knows what his position means. He will do what’s right. The real question is…” He glances my way. “Will you?”
I watch him closely, just as he does me, and tip my head. “I suggest you tell me what you’re referring to.”
The man smiles but says nothing. I hold his gaze a moment longer before looking toward Boston.
Her eyes lock on mine, a bratty glint within them I can’t miss, even from thirty feet away.
She is so fucking gorgeous when she stares at me like this.
Hell, she’s gorgeous when she breathes, but there is something about the dare in her dirty little glare that makes my body burn. I want to take her and toss her onto the table right there, fuck her in front of everyone so they can see how truly she is mine, document claiming so be damned.
Boston Revenaw was made to be mine.
I need no legal binding to tell me so. She just fucking is. Every bratty bit of her.
Her eyes narrow slightly and my cock jolts in my slacks, but then something catches my attention.
And apparently Torin’s at the same time as he says, “I suggest you get over there, before your fiancée becomes someone else’s wife.”
But I’m already on my feet and her eyes have left mine to meet his.
Torin’s laughter rings behind me and Mino’s shadow is on my heels.
I stare at the blond-headed bitch, biting down on my molars until the familiar taste of copper coats my mouth. I let that shit run down my throat and quicken my steps.
He’s three feet away where I’m five.
He’s going to touch her.
He’s going to touch her, and I will fucking kill him, cut him at the wrist and beat him with his own hands before shoving them down his throat and watching him gag on his own middle finger.
“Careful,” Mino attempts to warn, to remind me where we are—on neutral ground in another man’s club – but it’s too late.
His skin. It met hers.
Music blasts around us, but all I hear is the beat of my pulse, egging me on, growing louder and louder like the hype of a crowd ready for the big fucking finale.
“Wait, Enzo, don’t!” someone shouts.
I take the wineglass from her hand, break it against his temple, and jab the jagged stem right into his neck, all before the bitch can blink.
Wide eyes find mine, his hand closing over my wrist, and I smile down at him, driving him backward until he’s on his ass with me leaning over him.
People scream and shout, some laugh, and I see the wave of security barreling this way.
I don’t move, I give him nothing but me to look at as I drive the glass in deeper.
“You really think you deserve her? Look at you, on your fucking knees, bleeding like a bitch.” I get in his face, seething and seeing red, and it has nothing to do with the blood running down my forearm. “I should kill you right here for touching what belongs to me. All I’d have to do is move two centimeters to the left and you’d be a bag of fucking bones before anyone could even think to help you.”