Page 77 of Ruined Vows
It’s on the way she looked walking into that bar like I built it for her. She was all sharp lines and shapely curves; she’s the kind of woman no man forgets touching.
Luka enters the room, tablet in hand. “Morning.”
I grunt. “You’re chipper.”
“You look like you got laid.”
I glance at him over the rim of my mug. “Didn’t.”
“Worse.”
“What?”
“You kissed her.”
I don't answer.
Luka laughs. “Oh, you’reso fucked.”
“Updates,” I growl.
He swipes the screen. “Council meeting pushed to Friday. Supply shipment cleared customs. One of Radovan’s boys was spotted outside the old port building last night. Armed.”
My jaw tics.
“Want me to handle it?” Luka offers.
“No,” I say, setting the mug down. “Let him think I don’t know. Let him make a move. It has to be a justified kill.”
“And Bianca?”
I pause. That’s the question.
What now? What happens when the girl you wanted to toy with ends up under your skin so deep you’re not sure what parts of you she’s already claimed?
“She’s the fire,” I say softly.
Luka frowns. “And?”
“I’m the fuse.”
And we both know how that ends.
21
VUKAN
BRUSHSTROKES AND BULLSHIT
The invitation was suspicious from the start.
Wear something washable
Then a second later, as if it’s an afterthought.
Don’t ask. Just show up.
I should’ve known she would find a way out of my picking her up. She’s weakening. I can feel it. It’s the only reason she’d avoid an intimate car ride.
