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“No, she doesn’t.” Thunder dripped with the promise of pain behind me. I spun again, finding a malevolent stare from Finley Salvatore as he gave the male a hard look up and down. “Not by you, at least.”
“Salvatore.” The guy scowled, then looked back at me.
Finley was dressed to perfection, his black, open-collared shirt bared his muscled chest and tailored black trousers hugged every inch of his powerful frame. I couldn’t stop staring.
One jerk of his head and the guy was gone. Then it was my turn to feel the weight of that stare, as if I hadn’t felt it all damn day. “Fin, that guy—”
“Anna,” he growled, his brow furrowed. “Stop.”
But my name was different on his lips tonight, not groaned in frustration or sighed with disbelief. There was an edge about him. One I didn’t understand and one I didn’t like.
“You shouldn’t be here.” His gaze moved from my face and down my body. “Especially dressed like that.”
Heat burned in my cheeks. God, I was stupid, so pathetically stupid.I dressed for you,the words were on my lips.
“I wanted to come,” I forced, jutting my chin high.For you…
“Jesus Christ,” came a bark from my right in a thick Irish accent.
Finley whipped that dangerous stare toward a gorgeous blond guy, one who gave zero fucks about Finley’s glare. He narrowed in on me, scanning me from head to toe. “You are fucking stunning. What’s your name, beautiful?”
“Anna—“ I started, as Finely let out a savage sound. The hairs on my arms stood on end as my pulse leaped.
“Fuck off, Kilpatrick,” Finley snarled.
But the cocky asshole didn't pay him any mind. Instead, he came closer…so close, I took a step backwards, leaving Finley behind.
“You are just delicious, aren’t you?” Kilpatrick murmured. “You want to make some friends, delicious?”
I fought the need to find Finley’s gaze. “I…ah…”I stuttered.
“Fuck me, you’re sweet.” He brushed his finger along my jaw, drawing my gaze to his. “I didn’t think there were any of your kind left.”
“I’m warning you, Bruno.” Finley was savage at his back. “Leave walking, or in a fucking bodybag. The choice is yours.”
Only then did my cocky blond suitor turn his head and meet Finley’s stare. “You look positively enraged, Salvatore,” he murmured with a grin. “Looks like someone needs to get laid.”
The fist came from out of nowhere, landing on Kilpatrick’s pointed chin with athud!He stumbled, knocked off balance by the sheer, brutal force. My arm was grabbed in an instant and I was hauled toward the door.
“I’m going for a walk.” I stepped away from him and turned. He looked too much like his father in that moment, seething with rage.
“No, you’re not. You’re leaving,” Finley commanded.“Now!”
“The fuck I am.” I bucked against his grasp, yanking my arm from his cruel hold, champagne spilling from my glass. “I have every goddamn right to be here. Finley…stop!”
He whirled on me in a blur, driving me back with the sheer savagery in his eyes. “This is not a place for someone like you!”
The room faded in that moment, and all I saw was his anger, all I felt was his rage. “What do you meansomeone like me?”
He moved closer, his face inches from mine, his voice lowering as he raked his gaze over me. “You know damn well. A damn virgin.”
I flinched at the word.
Voices hushed.
Just like theyalwayshushed around him.
Heads turned toward me.
