Page 109 of Prey

She laughed. “Like you want to kill someone.”

Fuck, but I did want to kill someone.

I didn’t say that, though. I pulled her down and nipped at her lip.

“You’re mine, got it?”

“Yes, I already know.”

“Good, so you’ll come to me if any bastards at the bar dare to touch you.”

She rolled her eyes at me. “I doubt anyone would be stupid enough to try, considering how you look right now.”

“Good. That’s the fucking idea. But there are still a lot of stupid fuckers out there who don’t know how to keep their hands to themselves. They talk to you, touch you, or make you uncomfortable in any way, you tell me, got it?”

“Yeah, yeah. I got you,” she answered lightly.

I frowned at her. “Why do I get the feeling you’re not taking this seriously?”

She answered me with a chuckle.

Little brat.

19

RYLEIGH

I ranmy sweaty hands down the side of my jeans as Roman pulled up outside the same bar I had tracked him to not too long ago.

It was the same scene.

Same crowded place.

Same loud, upbeat music.

Same drunk people, loitering around the front, making me wonder how they would get home tonight.

As if my sense of Déjà vu wasn’t strong enough, the doors burst open just as Roman put his truck in park, and three people walked out, one woman and two men.

The woman wrapped her arms around both men, and from the looks of it, she was whispering something flirtatious—naughty—to one of the men.

Roman watched me watch them, and I could feel my cheeks flaming from the intensity of it.

When I turned to him, there was a slight smirk on his lips.

“Fuck, do you know what it does to me when you look so innocent?”

My eyes moved down to his crotch area, finding him tenting against his jeans.

“I have a pretty good idea,” I muttered, making him laugh.

He tapped my nose, uttered a quiet, “Stay,” before he got out of the truck and moved to my side.

I had already unbuckled my seatbelt by the time he opened it, and he reached in for me, pulling me out of the truck and into his arms.

I didn’t bother protesting.

It was in his nature to want to move me, or place me, or carry me around.

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