Page 85 of Prey

Micah was beside him, looking bored, but I knew he was probably aware of everything that was going on. Which was why I probably shouldn’t have been surprised when his gaze zeroed in on me.

I held my breath, trying to remind myself that he wouldn’t hurt me, especially not with Roman sitting right beside him, even if it was getting harder to hold that thought with the way his inhuman silver eyes glinted in the dimmed bar.

I took a step back and stopped myself.

He smirked.

I turned my attention away from him and to the other man sitting next to Roman, and my heart seemed to drop.

I would have recognized Dominic Madden anywhere.

Unlike Roman, his face was plastered all over the news. He was the face of the King’s Men. The infamous president who had brought this club up with his bare and bloodied hands.

I swallowed, but it didn’t seem like he noticed me.

I returned my gaze back to Roman, just in time to see a woman with blonde hair and long legs sitting on his lap.

What the hell?

I blinked in surprise and anger when she wiggled her ass against him. She might as well give him a lap dance in the middle of this bar with the suggestive way she was rubbing up against him.

My lower lip trembled.

Had I been wrong?

Did I really mistake his obsession with me as something akin to forever, when Roman had only been thinking temporarily?

Did I mishear him when he whispered to me two nights before, his fucking confession when he thought I was sleeping?

I fucking love you.

I didn’t hear him wrong.

So why was he letting some other bitch touch what was mine?

I looked up in time to see an annoyed expression crossed over Roman’s face, and then he lifted her off his lap.

My shoulders sagged, especially when she said something to him, her face set in anger right before she stomped off, bypassing me.

And that drew Roman’s attention to where I stood, watching the scene.

His eyes widened in surprise for a beat, before something flashed in them, something that almost looked like panic.

I didn’t know what set it off, but I didn’t want to be around to find out.

I pivoted and ran out of there.

Behind me, I heard a booming laugh, but that couldn’t be right.

Micah wasn’t the kind of man to laugh.

He was more like a fucking robot. An emotionless, deadly robot.

I squealed when I felt arms around me just as my hand reached the outside doors.

He hauled me up against his body, his lips touching my ear as he said menacingly, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

I should have been scared of the way he sounded.

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