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“I’m good.”
He nods, inhaling. “You Americans don’t smoke anymore, do you?”
“Nah. Apparently they’re bad for your health.”
He nods, his eyes locking with mine. “So is continuing to spend time with Elsa Guin.”
I go still, my hands involuntarily curling into fists as my jaw clenches.
“Excuse me?”
A smug grin spreads across his face.
“The Englishwoman,” he grunts. “Stay away from her.”
Slowly, I slide off the fender of the Camaro, my gaze lasering through the flickering light from the streetlamp between us.
“Might be a little tough, given that she’s the family lawyer.”
Pascha smiles eerily. “Socially, I mean.”
I slowly cross the distance between us. “You know what? I’ve got something else you can add to that list of things that are bad for your health.” I come to a stop right in front of him, glaring darkly at him. “Giving me orders.”
He doesn’t respond. He just drags on his smoke, his eyes never leaving mine.
Yeah, fuck this.
I turn and begin to walk away. Then he opens his goddamn mouth again.
“She’s a whore, you know.”
And I see fuckingred. Pure, malignant, vengefulred. I know strategically I should cage my emotions right now. But one, fuck that. And two, there’s no way I can contain the snarl of fury that explodes from my mouth.
“Excuse me?” I hiss venomously.
Pascha’s grin widens. “She fucks random men.”
My vision glitches from the effort it’s taking not to snap right now and break his face.
Hitting Pascha could, in fact probably would, launch a not-so-great chain reaction. We’re not in open hostilities with the Bratva, but we’re also not exactly bound by any sort of peace treaties with them, either.
But honestly, the fact that I’m evenatthis point, that it even bothers me this much, is much more worrisome than the fact that I’m ready to throw down with one of Gavan Tsarenko’s underlings.
Because I amnotthis man. I don’t get all territorial with women. Not because I’m a pussy or because I’m not willing to fight for what I want, or what’s mine. But because I’ve simplynever given a shit.
Well, apparently, that’s changed. Because right now, I very much givea lot ofshits about what the fuck this little creep is saying about Elsa.
“I’m going to give you some free diplomatic advice,” I snarl quietly. “Walk away. Right—”
“Yes, she fucks random men, little prince,” Pascha leers at me, clearly enjoying himself. “She fucked one to lose her maidenhood just the other night, like a complete slut.”
Everything goes still. I tense, blinking, as I try and process what he just said.
What. The. FUCK.
My lips curl dangerously. “What did you just say?”
He laughs. “I said Elsa Guin let some man take her one valuable, tradable asset at a club of sin just the other night.”
