Page 20 of My Bratva Dom

I know I should stop.

But I don’t.

I let the guy spin me, laughing a little too loud. I move closer. Just enough to make Aslan’s hands curl into fists at his sides.

His face is carved in stone.

His eyes are on fire.

I know I’m pushing too far… but when I try to step away, the guy catches my wrist and pulls me into an isolated corner of the venue.

“You’re not leaving yet,” he slurs. “I still owe you a drink.”

“No, thanks,” I reply fake-sweetly, in an effort to pacify him. “I’m good.”

He tightens his grip.

“You sure?” His fingers dig deeper.

What the fuck?

“One more-”

“Let her go.” Aslan’s voice comes from behind me, cold and lethal.

My dance partner barely turns before Aslan’s hand wraps around his throat.

“Hey, man!”

His words are cut off in a wet gurgle as Aslan slams him against the nearest wall, his fingers digging deep into the idiot’s throat.Oh shit…

“You like putting your hands on women?” Aslan growls in a scary tone that sends shivers all over my body. “Let’s see how you feel when someone your size puts their hands on you.”

Shit, this shouldn’t be so hot.The guy’s face turns red. His fingers clawing uselessly at Aslan’s wrist. But my Russian is a mighty, avenging warrior.

“Aslan,” I finally break out of my trance, gasping when I see the guy’s face turn purple.

His eyes flash to me before snapping back to the man he’s holding in a death grip.

“I should break all your fucking bones,” Aslan growls. “One for every second you touched her.”

He jerks him, then slams him back against the wall. The idiot’s head cracks against the brick in a terrifying sound, and he slumps, gasping. But Aslan’s grip only tightens. I gasp, bringing my hands to my mouth. Frozen in place and morbidly fascinated by this display of cold, cruel violence.

Does this asshole deserve to be put in his place? Absolutely. But all he did was grab my wrist a little too hard. Well, he did corner me into a dark hallway, so who knows what else he intended…

“Don’t…” Aslan’s already scary voice drops even lower. “Fucking…” His fingers dig deeper. “…put your hands on a woman ever again.”

The man’s eyes roll back.Oh, My God!

“Aslan, stop!” I grab his arm, shaking out of it. “You’re gonna kill him!”

He freezes, his gaze dropping to where I’m touching him. His chest rises and falls like a storm is brewing under his ribs. His hand twitches, like he’s still deciding whether to squeeze harder or let go.

“Please,” I whisper soothingly. “I’m okay, baby.”

For a second, I’m not sure he’s even listening. Maybe he’s too far gone, too deep in whatever dark place his mind’s spiraled into. I keep pleading with my eyes, my entire body. Then, finally, his grip loosens, and I let out a sigh of relief.

The guy drops to his knees, coughing and choking, before scrambling to his feet and bolting away without a glance back, like his life depends on it. And it probably does.

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