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That crude, savage Mafia Prince.
“Katerina,”Damon barked, his dark eyes glinting with rage.
But the music and the connection to that blue-eyed mobster burned away the dull hold of the drug. I turned, shoving Damon’s hand from my arm. “Don’t fucking touch me!”
There was movement from the sofa as Lazarus rose.
But I was already moving, tearing away from all of them and racing for the elevator.
I didn’t stop, with my heels in my hand and tears in my eyes, I raced back to our building…alone.
13
Lazarus
I wanted to go after her. To grab that piece of shit by the neck and hurl him from the fucking balcony. But as she ran, I realized I didn’t need to. I lowered my hand to my aching cock and felt the wetness.
Not mine…hers.
Damon stopped in the middle of the room and turned, eying my hand as I palmed my length through my jeans.
“Your girlfriend, huh?” I growled and sneered. “We’ll see about that.”
He said nothing, just stared at me, thinking his height intimidated me.
I laughed. I’d taken down guys bigger than him.
And left them broken.
I strode past him and punched the button for the elevator. I'd come to learn more about her. I'd come because I didn’t like what Freddy was saying, that Kat VanHalen was already spoken for by someone a lot more powerful than me.
If that was the case, then why the hell was she on the island…and why the fuck was she with a weak-ass bitch likehim?
Something wasn’t right when it came to her. Call it a sixth sense, or my throbbing cock. Call it the fact that I hadn’t felt anything as strong as I felt for her in my whole goddamn life. She'd hit me like a baseball bat right between the eyes. I stepped into the elevator and stabbed the button, watching Damon whoever-the-fuck-he-was eyefuck me from across the room.
I gave him a smirk as the doors closed.
Cold night air hit me as I strode out the front doors of Bernardi’s building and headed back to mine. The wet patch on the front of my jeans was icy, pressing against my dick, drawing my focus to the fact that I wore her arousal like a badge of fucking honor.
I wanted more.
A lot more.
I strode back to my building and caught the elevator, thinking about it. The TV was still on, that ugly fucker Freddy sitting on the sofa, not really watching the movie that was playing.
“Have fun?” he muttered.
“I did, actually.”
One brow rose as he glanced my way. “Are you feeling okay?”
I just chuckled as his gaze slipped to the front of my jeans. “You look at my cock like that again, Freddy, and I’m gonna start to spoon you at night.”
His bark of laughter tore through the space. He hit the remote and ended the movie before rising from the sofa. “Goodnight, Laz.”
“Night, asshole.” I responded.
He strode to his room that was right next to Logan’s. Some others didn’t like their bodyguards sharing the same floor, others like Finley Salvatore. But these guys weren’t just my bodyguards. They were my brothers. My eyes and ears. My fucking friends. I wanted them around.
