ian
ex-boyfriend
ition, then narrowed with a fresh wave
e box in his hand, a vulgar
ou left me for an
, already pale
d
ged by the insult, by this worthless cur daring to lay a hand
get out of the car. Th
toward Lucas, my beta, who
said, my voic
ll, broad-shouldered man, and in his perfectly tailored suit, he was an intimida
an undercurrent of steel. "I suggest you leave M
aced rage, opened his mout
got the
st. The man's tirade died in his throat, replaced by a choked gasp
the box into a nearby public trash can. It was a clea
ropping to a near whisper that was somehow more th
at were now out, recording the scene. He shot one last, venomous look at Johanna, muttered,
e looked trapped. She stood frozen on the sidewalk as Lucas calmly
en the rear doo
to its usual professional monotone.
not a r
read. She had no choice. With a defeated slump of
oundproof luxury. The chaos of the city street dis
" I tol
atching the city lights blur past. I could feel her terror, a pa
ense blocks, I finall
armth. "So that's the boyfri
r eyes were wide, her h
my ex-bo
who seems to think you're still together.
e, calculated strike. I sa
in her eyes as she searched for another
oulders slumping in defeat. Sh
he words barely audible. "
he'd said it. But hearing her confess didn't bring the satisfaction
snarle
the car, a deliberate act of intimidation. I saw her nostrils flare, her breath c
voice a low, dangerous growl. E
aces were inches apart. I looked d
again, Johanna. Wh
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