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“You Kitty’s ex?” I asked.
The guy finally looked up at me. He took a moment to size me up, then returned his attention to my face. “Yeah. What’s it to you, gobshite?”
I let him see the malice in my smile for a brief second before taking him by the back of the shirt and hauling him behind the table. He dangled a few inches off the floor, his legs kicking.
“Put me down!” he yelled, arms pinwheeling to throw me off balance.
With that same smile still in place, I released his shirt. He hit the table as he fell, the beer he’d been nursing sloshing all over him as the table tipped. He was on his feet a moment later, swinging. I leaned back, letting his fist sail straight by me before cracking him in the jaw. He spun like a top and collapsed onto the floor.
Reaching down, I hauled him up by the back of his shirt and marched him into the staff corridor, then out the back door. I was vaguely aware of Little John following me.
Throwing the fucker against the brick wall, I watched him land in a heap on the gritty ground. Like before, he came up swinging.
“Are you a fucking eejit?’ I barked, slamming my fist into his stomach. On his way down, I asked quietly into his ear, “Do you not know that Kitty is under our protection?”
From under the dark mop of hair, he seethed. “Are you her new lover. I was told she had one.”
To be sure I’d heard him correctly, I glanced over at Little John. “Does this gobshite not know who I am?”
The big guy shrugged, folding his hands in front of his hips in the classic bodyguard stance.
“Un-fucking-believable.” I hauled him up once more, holding him by the shoulder so I could get a good look at his face.What the fuck did Kitty see in this guy?“You’re going to listen to me, and listen good. You are not to come around here anymore. Kitty knows you’re slinking around when she’s not working, and that shite ends today. Right now.”
“Fuck you,” he spat out, defiance gleaming in his eyes. He rose to his feet, his legs a little shaky. “Kitty belongs to me.”
“Kitty is a grown-ass woman who can decide who she wants in her life. Unfortunately, you don’t seem to be able to grasp this concept, so I’m going to make sure you get it.”
Something silver flashed down near his side, and I swore.
The bastard had a knife.
His eyes shifted from me to Little John, then back to me. “I won’t go down like this.”
“Like what?” I asked, pulling my Glock, leveling it at his head, and pulling the trigger.
Brain matter spattered like a bloody firework on the bricks behind him, his body slumping to the ground. With the back of my hand, I wiped away the blood that had been flung onto my face and neck, sneering at it.
Behind me, and without being asked, Little John radioed one of the other guys for help to clean up the body.
Re-holstering my gun at the small of my back, I turned around and met his eyes. “Thanks for the phone call, Little John.”
His black eyes gravitated toward the mass of meat against the wall before swinging back to my face. “Nobody will miss the piece of shit.”
Nodding, I stepped past him and opened the door. One of the other security guards was already walking down the hallway, and I turned into one of the bathrooms to clean up. Blood covered one side of my face. Blow-back was a bitch. Wetting a wad of paper towels, I rubbed the blood and gray matter from my face, pitching the bloody, sodden mess into the trash can on my way out, knowing Little John would deal with it.
With adrenaline still coursing through me, my dick was as hard as a steel pipe, and there was only one place I wanted to be.
TWELVE
SLOANE
With one legtucked up under me and a plate of toast balanced on the mattress beside me, I’d replayed the way Grayson had touched me this morning over and over as I showered and changed into a shirt and panties. I remembered every single nuance, every sound. The way his muscles were firm and unyielding under my hands. His sandalwood scent. The way my breathy moans had sounded so wanton.
Christ, my panties were damp again just from the memory of having his fingers inside me. I could only imagine how amazing having his cock filling me would feel. Setting the empty plate onto the side table, I laid back in the mountain of pillows and stared at the ceiling, my imagination beginning to sprint away from me.
I shouldn’t be lusting after Grayson.
I should be trying to escape from him at every turn.
