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“Demands?” I blurt. “When I’m ignoring your irrational, tyrannicaldemands?!”
“If you’re still unclear on the nature of our particular arrangement,” he hisses, “I would be happy to—”
“Oh,fuck off! You don’town me, Gavan!”
“Like hell I—”
He snarls as a hand grabs him by the shoulder and yanks him back. My face pales as he whirls on Brooks, who looks sputteringly mad.
“Just who the fuck do you think you are, buddy?” Brooks sneers at Gavan, completely unaware that he’s basically sticking his hand into a hungry lion’s mouth. “Do you have any idea whoIam?” he continues. “Do you have any idea who my fuckingfatheris!?”
Gavan smiles dangerously at him.
“Listen, pal,” Brooks blunders on. “She’s with me. So why don’t you go find a nice corner you can go fuck yourself in—”
He screams when Gavan’s forearm smashes into his nose with a horrible crunching sound. Blood spurts down his face as tears bead in his eyes.
“You fuckinghitme?” he chokes, stumbling backward before falling unceremoniously on his ass. He looks up at Gavan in pure shock, then flinches when the Bratva king stoops down, grabbing a handful of his collar in his fist.
“The only reason I’m not doing more than hit you, little boy, is that I have more important things to do tonight beside washing your pathetic blood off my shoes.”
Brooks turns white, his eyes bulging.
“I don’t give a fuck who you are, and I certainly don’t give a fuck who your daddy is. But if you touch what’s mine again, I swear by whatever you hold holy that I willremoveyour hand from the rest of your arm with a rusty fucking soup spoon. Do we understand each other?”
Brooks stares, then swallows, nodding quickly.
“Say it,” Gavan hisses.
“I…!” He shudders. “I understand!”
“Now fuck off back to your playpen.”
Brooks scrambles to his feet, whirls, and makes a beeline for the exit. I shiver as Gavan slowly turns back to me.
“Are you fuckinginsane?!” I hiss. “Do you have any idea who that—”
“Nope. And I don’t care.”
I gasp as he moves into me, grabbing me possessively with one arm around my waist as his other hand slides up to fist the back of my hair. Gavan tugs my head back, tilting my face up to his.
“But when I come for what’s mine after she refuses to do as I say, and I find someone else touching—”
“Oh myGod!” I blurt, well past tipsy from all the cocktails as I roll my eyes and pull away from him. “Youdo not. Fucking.Own. Me!”
His eyes blaze. “Like fuck I don’t—”
I can’t do this right now.
Without another word, before he’s even done speaking, I whirl and shove my way through the crowd. I zig and zag through the mass of hipsters drinking craft beers before I find myself at the back of the bar, at the hallway down to the restrooms. Stumbling, I bolt into the women’s single occupancy one and slam the door shut.
My fingers are literally still on the lock when the door kicks back open. I gasp, stumbling back with wide eyes as Gavan spills into the room like a puddle of black ink—like a dark storm cloud brimming with thunder and lightning.
I shudder as he moves into me, pressing me back until I can feel the edge of the sink at the small of my back.
“We need boundaries,” I blurt, shivering as heat teases through my core. Iwantto be mad at him, even if he did just save me from Brooks. I want to throw his possessive “I own you” shit right back in his face. I want to make him understand thatnobody“owns” me.
Except when I look at this man—when I eventhinkabout this man—I’m not so sure that’s true anymore.
