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Picking his head up just enough, I smash it back down, and he yelps, “She came up to me, asshole! She fucking approached me!”
Squeezing my hand harder on his neck, I grind my teeth together. “No, motherfucker, she didn’t. I’ve been standing here the whole time.” Picking him up, I slam his back against the bar before punching him in the face. “I should blow your fucking brains out,” I growl before grabbing him by the neck again, this time shoving him to the ground and kicking his side. “Get the fuck out of here and don’t come back.”
Scurrying to his feet, he presses his hands to his face as the blood pumps out. “Fuck!” he shrieks before running toward the exit.
I see Rossi coming down the stairs from the VIP area and rushing toward us. “What the fuck just happened?”
I look at Briar, who has now finished her drink, only for the bartender to put another one before her. Only this time, she sips it slowly.
“Enzo warned that creep Harmon not to touch the girl,” I answer flatly. “He did it anyway. And now, he’s got a broken nose and likely a broken rib.”
“Jesus Christ, Hudson.” He pinches the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes for a moment before he sighs. “All right then. Let’s get her home. It’s clear she was only brought here to show the beauty that will be at Vittoria.”
“I’m beginning to really, really not like the sound of that place,” Briar grumbles, coming next to us. And when she does, her hand touches mine, and I feel her every-fucking-where.
I glance at her and see goose bumps covering her skin. Her lips part, and she swallows, making her perfect neck move the slightest bit.
I’d love to sink my teeth into that neck.
I’m itching to wrap my arm around her and pull her against me. And to take her outside and fuck her in the back seat of Enzo’s SUV that I drove here. I’d love to soak that motherfucker’s expensive leather seats in my cum after it spills from her body.
Keeping away from her gets harder and harder every single day.
“Let’s roll,” Rossi says before leading us out of the club.
On the way home, I’m thankful for Hudson’s need to keep the car so warm because it’s cold outside, and this dress is really more like a scarf that drapes over parts of my body.
Hudson and Rossi talk in hushed tones with the radio on, just loud enough to drown out their voices. Normally, I’d want to hear what they were saying. But to be honest, the drinks numbed me just enough to put me in a state of relaxation. And I like it.
Sitting behind Hudson, I can smell him. His scent makes my mouth water and my stomach tingle. He always smells so good. So delicious and masculine. At the club, our hands touched, and because of that one stinking touch, my entire body had goose bumps. I feel him, even when he’s not right next to me. And after our few stolen moments together, I’m not sure how to play it off like he’s just my bodyguard.
I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to look at the bodyguard my asshole fiancé hired for me like … this.
“I need to run into the store. Can you pull into this one?” Rossi points to a store we’re nearing.
Hudson doesn’t answer; he just simply turns into the parking lot and throws the car into park.
“Do you guys need anything?” Rossi asks, looking at Hudson before glancing back at me.
“I’m all set.” I smile.
“Same,” Hudson mumbles, resting his hands on the top of the steering wheel.
Once Rossi leaves the car, suddenly, the air in here is thicker. Too thick. My entire body is painfully aware that he and I are alone.
“Dove,” he rasps into the dark car. “Getting harder and harder to stay away from you.”
I unbuckle my seat belt and move to the middle seat, leaning forward to see his profile. “So … don’t.”
His gaze snaps to mine, and his eyes narrow. “So, don’t? You really think it’s that simple?” He reaches for me, cupping my face and rubbing his thumb across my lips. “You’re not in Georgia anymore, sweetheart.”
“Then, let’s run away,” I whisper. “How is it going to end if we stay here? I’ll wind up dead or at the island, where I’m pretty certain I’ll be a sex worker.” My nostrils flare. “If you’re okay with both of those things, then what the fuck are we doing, Hudson?”
Moving my face closer to his, he squeezes my cheeks. “Dammit, Briar. Do you think I want to be here? I said, trust me. I said, lie low. Why can’t you do that?”
“It’s easy for you to say that when you’re not constantly being degraded—or worse, looked at as a sex toy.” I tilt my chin up, attempting to pull away as I glare at him. “I don’t want to be here anymore. I want to go home.”
His eyes move to the window, noticing something.
