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The look on his face returned to me as he'd stood in the shadow of that fucking funeral home, watching me beat the shit out of his guy. He'd watched me…and didn’t do a fucking thing to stop me.
I clenched my jaw.
Right or wrong, someone touched one of my guys like that, I’d pump them full of fucking lead.
But not Finley. Motherless, weak-ass pussy.
“Hey!”The feminine roar reached me as the elevator doors opened.
I fought a snigger and stepped out. Sounded like someone was pissed.
“You fucking asshole!”a scream followed, then the sound of shattering glass.“How dare you talk to me like that!”
I rounded the corner of the elevators to find…Finley fucking Salvatore with his hand around some brunette’s throat. Anger flared at the sight, until I focused on his hand. There was no pressure in his grip. He was barely holding her. His splayed fingers were possessive against her neck.
Now that was interesting.
I took a step, missing his low murmur, until he warned, “You. Belong. To.Me. Don’t you fucking get that by now?”
“No,” the brunette bit back, her eyes wild. “I don’t. I thought maybe we could be friends, but now I see I was wrong.”
“Just friends?”he sneered.“Because your dad works for me?”
“He doesn’t workforyou.”
“Yes…hedoes.And so do you. If you think I haven’t thought about you every fucking day, then you’re wrong. Two years, Anna. Two fucking years you’ve been there.”
Two guys stepped out of the doorway behind me and glanced toward the commotion. The elevator doors opened, the blur of black drawing my gaze as Freddy and Logan stepped out. One glance from Freddy and a sigh, and I knew the fucker didn’t want me here without someone having my back.
But it was Finley that seemed to be in a hell of a lot of trouble. I shifted my focus back to him.
Wow…pretty boy was all kinds of worked up.
“Look out, boys,” I singsonged, drawing an audience. “What the fuck do we have here? Pretty boy has a brand new toy.”
“But she still has her clothes on, Fin.” I stepped closer, giving the brunette a once-over. “And I don’t see the wads of cash near her snatch.”
Rumor was, Salvatore’s last desperate girlfriend liked him to whore her out. That said a lot more about him than it ever did about her.
Finley glanced my way, rage darkening his eyes.
“Nope.” I fixed my attention on his little companion. “No money and all her clothes still on. Don’t tell me you’re losing your touch?”
“Fuck you, Lazarus.”
I just gave a chuckle and motioned her forward. “Step aside, Finley, and let me see who’s got the ice prince all worked up.” But she didn’t move, the quiet little thing. “Come out from there, little one. Don’t be shy. I won’t hurt you. Not unless you want me to. It’s always the shy ones who want it fucking hard, isn’t it, Fin? Always the pretty little unmarked ones who scream the loudest. Move aside, Fin…let me break her in for you.”
Finley dropped his hand to his waist. His bodyguard, Max, and the dangerous-looking bastard he called Pavlov moved in an instant, drawing down. My men reacted instantly, too. Tension arced in the air like a live wire.
“Whoa…”I lifted my hand.
One step and I placed myself in full view. Look, I didn’t fucking palm my gun. Back the fuck off, guys.
I licked my lips and glanced at the woman who had the Salvatore son in a bad fucking way. “This one's got you all riled up, hasn’t she? Or is it just you, buddy? Just you with your moody fucking stare. What the hell are you doing here anyway, Salvatore? Didn’t think this was your style.”
“Walk, Rossi,” Finley warned. “And keep on fucking walking.”
Movement from the doorway jerked my attention toward the most stunning fucking redhead I’d ever seen in my life.
