Page 94 of Prince Charming

She might looked mildly perturbed, but so the fuck was he.

To say he was obsessed with her was like saying snow was slightly cold.

She pulled from his hold and took a step back, glaring. “If you stopped growling at me like a dog, I might tell you.” She answered with an attitude.

“I thought someone had taken you from me!” He growled. The fire in his belly was burning him alive.

He rarely lost his temper.

Saving all that shit for inside a cage where he could be let loose like a demon. He never realized what level of worry he was capable of until he couldn’t find her.

Tag had known he’d been on the way to falling in love with this woman with her secrets and tears. But the past few hours, when he thought some bad shit had happened to her, he knew she owned him inside and out.

She blinked. “Who… who would do that?”

“I’m part of a MC, Marianna. There’s always the risk of some yokel thinking he can get one over on us by taking what means something to us.” The ground cracked underneath his boots as ice gave way under his weight. Pacing away, he turned to face her.

“I thought you were throwing yourself off a fucking bridge.”

“I wouldn’t know where to find a bridge here.”

“Don’t get funny with me, Marianna.”

“Can we go inside? You look frozen.”

“So the fuck do you.” Her goddamn teeth were clacking like maracas.

“It’s a long walk from the bus stop.”

The fucking bus stop?The fuck.

He followed her in to get her out of the cold.

“I had to meet someone.”

Eyes narrowed. “In the middle of the night?”

“Da. I found someone who could make me false papers.” She pulled a package out of her coat and offered it to him.

Honest to god, he’d never been so fucking livid before. The danger she’d put herself in. Tag grasped the brown package and glared at her. Didn’t matter what she’d been through, she was innocent and naïve. Too trusting of people to do the right thing when most would stab you in the back as easy as blinking.

“Do you know what danger you put yourself in? This guy could have killed you. And I wouldn’t have known a thing. Why the fuck didn’t you tell me, Marianna?”

“If you stop yelling at me like I am a child, I will tell you.”

Inhaling hard, he had to step away or throttle her.

She had no clue what her little stunt cost him.

He propped himself against the kitchen counter, waiting.

“This man. Mister G.”

“Mister fucking G? Not sinister at all,” he scoffed.

“Will you let me finish?” She glared like she was pissed at him.

At him! Women. He’d never understand them.

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