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“Do you have any idea the scandal you caused when you broke it off like that?” Indignant rage flickers in his eyes. “At every social event I went to after that, it was all people could talk about.”
Swallowing, I glance towards the door again while I try to edge away from the wall. “I’m sorry. It was not my intention.”
“Good. Then let’s resume our engagement.”
I snap my gaze back to him, raising my eyebrows and staring at him incredulously. “What?”
His eyebrows are raised as well, and he looks down at me as if I’m a child that he needs to explain something very fundamental to. “It was clearly a mistake. A decision made out of nervousness and insecurity.” He gives me one of those patient and highly patronizing smiles. “I know that you’re worried that you won’t fit into my world. But I will help you. I will train you until you can move through our social circles without embarrassing yourself.”
For a few seconds, all I can do is stare at him in disbelief. Train me? Like a fucking pet?
Shaking my head, I take a step to the side in order to try to get away from the wall that I’m trapped against. “Look, it was nice seeing you again. But I really need to get back now.”
His hand shoots out.
A jolt pulses through me as he grabs my forearm, halting my escape. Then his other hand appears on my other arm, holding me in place and keeping me from moving. I stare up at him, feeling his fingers dig into my skin.
“Don’t you walk away from me, Alina,” he warns. “I’ve been waiting weeks to talk to you and—”
“You have five seconds to take your hands off my girl,” a dark voice snaps. “Before I fucking cut them off.”
My heart flips.
Whipping my head to the side, I stare in shock at the figure who has appeared next to us.
Kaden Hunter is standing there looking like the devil himself. His severe features are dark with threats, and barely restrained violence radiates from his muscular body as he flexes his fingers on the knife in his hand. Those dark eyes of his are so cold that I swear the temperature plummets several degrees as he stares Eric down with an air of absolute power pulsing from his lethal frame.
“One,” Kaden says, threats dripping from that single word.
But my treacherous heart is still doing jerky somersaults in my chest from his previous statement. My girl. That’s what he said. You have five seconds to take your hands off my girl.
Genuine confusion lines Eric’s face as he turns to glance at Kaden. Then he looks him up and down, and a sneer full of superiority twists his lips. As if he assessed Kaden and found him wanting.
That reaction stuns me more than Kaden’s sudden appearance. How could anyone look at Kaden and write him off as inferior? The man is perfection incarnate. Not only does he literally tower over Eric Wilson, he is so far above him in every way that I would need a microscope to find my rich former fiancé if I compared them side by side.
“Take a walk, pal,” Eric says, giving Kaden a dismissive once-over. But he does take his hands off my arms. “This doesn’t concern you.”
“I will only say this once, so listen carefully,” Kaden says, as if Eric hadn’t spoken. The streetlights farther away cast unforgiving shadows across his face as he stares his prey down. “If you ever put your hands on Alina again, I will cut off your fingers one by one and feed them to you.”
Shock flashes across Eric’s face, and he gapes at the killer before him. I’m pretty sure no one has ever spoken to him like that before.
Then indignation and anger pulse in his eyes instead, and he draws himself up to his full height and tries to look down his nose at Kaden. “Do you have any idea who my father is? If you don’t apologize and leave right now, my family will bury you under a mountain of lawsuits and criminal charges.”
Kaden moves like a viper.
Flashing forward, he grabs Eric’s hand and kicks at the back of his knee. Within seconds, Eric is down on one knee with his arm twisted dangerously and Kaden’s knife at his throat.
A cry of pain rips from Eric’s lungs as Kaden twists until my former fiancé’s wrist almost breaks. Eric tries to bend forward to ease the strain on his wrist, but the knife at his throat keeps him mercilessly in place. Tears of pain well up in his blue eyes.
“Please, please,” he begs.
Kaden stares down at him like a god. “I truly despise having to repeat myself.”
“N-no, I remember. I remember what you said.”
“Then repeat it back to me.”
Before he can so much as open his mouth, Kaden twists harder. A cry of pain shatters from his throat instead.
