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Both of them look up at me and her gaze widens. And I’m lost. Soft blue eyes, hopeful and hesitant at the same time. She looks like she needs me.

And she’s fucking got me. I don’t care if she’s the one from KNK or not. This girl is fucking mine.

“I think you need to move out of my seat, Junior. Before I forget that you’re half my fucking size and I move you myself.”

I don’t even look at him. He’s insignificant. A piece of gum on my shoe. But her eyes light up and her cheeks flush.

“Hey, man. I got here first.”

That makes me turn to him and I square off in front of the idiot. I nod at him and look at her. “Do you know this guy? Do you want him to sit here?”

She shakes her head. “No,” she whispers.

I lean over the table and my hand grips it so hard that the wood cracks, making both of them jump. “Get the fuck out of here before I forget that I don’t want to hurt you,boy!”

He jumps and I swear he almost wets himself. He stutters and then as soon as I move, he jumps up and runs away. I watch him for a second and then I turn back to the angel sitting watching me with her perfect little pink mouth parted, panting.

And I fall in love with her so hard that I literally feel the earth move under me.

“Are you from KNK?” She asks me in a soft whisper.

My lips curve and I feel my hesitation slip away. Sheismine.

“I am, angel. Are you Bitty?”

She nods slowly and her big blue eyes spark with desire. And yet they’re still so fucking innocent. It’s a turn-on. I never knew how much I needed that look. Needed this girl.

I slip into the booth beside her, looming over her. Instead of getting anxious like I expected, she actually seems to relax. Her slight smile makes my chest swell with pride.

“And you’re Clay? Clay Masters?” Her soft voice trips over my name but it’s so damn adorable that I want to pull her in my lap and cradle her against my chest. She’s got to be half my size and she’s almost half my age. At least I think so.

But it doesn’t matter. If she wants what I want, which she said she did, then she’s never getting away from me.

And if she doesn’t? I can’t force her. But I sure as hell would try and convince her to give me a shot.

I nod my head at her book. “What are you reading, angel?” This could tell me a lot.

Her cheeks flush even darker and then she lifts it up where she pushed it aside on her lap when the asshole sat beside her.

A blindfolded girl is being pushed to her knees by a huge man towering over her.

Relief washes over me. I think we’re on the right track.

“Is that what you want, angel?”

She shrugs and looks away. I grasp her delicate chin. “Uh-uh, angel. Honesty. I demand it. You tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you if I can.”

She glances around the cafe and I can see her hesitation. I throw some money on the table and stand, holding out my hand. “Let’s take a walk.”

This is a small test. Does she trust me enough to walk out with me? Can she feel the same sense of belonging that I feel? That this is meant to be?

She doesn’t even hesitate. Just slips her little hand in mine and lets me pull her to her feet and follows me out the door.

CHAPTER4

Bitty

Ican’t believe how big he is. I barely come up to the middle of his chest. I feel delicate and tiny. I’ve never felt that way in my whole entire life.

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