Page 65 of Born into Madness
“Okay,” I tell him and then grab my phone and when Chort jumps up, I take the knife from my jeans and slip it into my scrubs instead.
“That’s my girl,” Sasha says right before giving my butt another pat.
I don’t know why his praise turns me on so much, but it does. When he sees me grin, he gives me a wink and grabs my hand to lead me out of the room. On the stairwell, we meet a big group of students, so I slip behind Sasha to let them pass. They all eye Sasha and Chort, but aside from a fewwho the hell is that guylooks, no one says anything. At the bottom, I’m the last to leave, and right before I slip out the door, I notice my shoe is untied.
I bend down to tie it, and before I can even get the first loop made, I hear, “Goddamn. I love a good full ass, Red, and yours is downright fuckable.”
Oh fuck.
My whole body freezes, and I pray to whatever god is listening that Sasha didn’t hear those words. Before I can stand, I see his large, black boot step around the corner, and I realize my quick prayer obviously fell on a lot of deaf ears.
I quickly stand and turn to face Xander, the idiot who couldn’t keep his mouth shut. “Go,” I tell him. “You need to go now.”
He gives me a stupid, lazy grin, but when he looks past me, noticing Sasha for the first time, his smile doesn’t look so nonchalant anymore, especially when he hears the low growl coming from Chort.
“Go,” I repeat, and without waiting to see if he’ll listen, I turn back around and put my hands on Sasha’s chest. The mere idea that I could stop him from moving is laughable, but I’m hoping it’ll be enough to at least make him pause. “You can’t hurt him,” I quickly say, reminding him of the rules.
His light-blue eyes have a hard glint to them when he looks at me. Even though I know it’s not towards me, it’s still unpleasant to be on the receiving end of it.
“I heard what he said to you,” he says, like it’s reason enough to commit murder.
“They’re just words,” I remind him.
“He was looking at your ass,” he practically growls, “talking to you like he wanted to fuck you, like you were nothing more than a goddamn hole.”
I huff out a breath and raise a brow at him. “Welcome to the world of being a woman, Sasha. It’s filled with vaginas and tits and disgusting little pricks like him who think they can say whatever they want to you because you possess those things.”
He looks over my head, still debating whether or not to go and kill the guy, but after a few seconds he looks down at me and says, “Not all guys are like that.”
“Of course they’re not, but Xander is, and he’s not worth it. Just let him go.”
“Xander.” He repeats the name, his tone filled with disgust. “Is he one of those fucking Alpha assholes?”
“No, he’s just a plain ol’ asshole without the alpha bit.”
The tension around his eyes softens the tiniest bit at my attempt at humor, but he still looks like he’s seconds away from running after Xander and gutting him in the hallway.
“I’m going to be late for work,” I remind him, hoping that will be enough to push him closer to sanity.
“He can’t talk to you like that, Cyn,” he says, but at the same time he grabs my hand and lets me lead him out of the building and towards his Jeep. “I should take his tongue for that.”
Before I get in, I look up at him and say, “I’m going to assume you’re not being literal right now.”
The look he gives me makes me doubt my assumption, and when we’re both in the Jeep with Chort in my lap, I say again, “You can’t kill him,” and then I add for good measure, “or cut his tongue out.”
Sasha glances over at me and then puts his eyes back on the road as we enter heavier traffic. “You complicate things in my head,” he finally admits. “Things were always very clear on who I could kill and who I couldn’t, but you make that difficult.” He briefly catches my eye again. “You make things grey, Cyn.”
“I’m sorry,” I start to say, but he reaches over and squeezes my thigh.
“Don’t you dare apologize for that. I’m the one who’s fucked in the head. I’ll figure it out. I just need to create a new set of boundaries that revolve around you.”
“A new set that doesn't include you killing jackasses who say stupid things?” I ask. When he doesn’t immediately agree with me, I say, “There are a lot of jackasses out there, Sasha. You can’t kill all of them. Wouldn’t that just draw attention to you and your family.”
“It would,” he finally agrees. Grabbing my hand, he brings it to his mouth and kisses the back of it. “Like I said, I’ll figure out a way to handle this. You don’t need to worry about it, Cyn. You don’t need to worry about anything.”
By the time he pulls up outside the vet clinic, I have minutes to spare, not nearly enough time to make sure my new boyfriend isn’t going to go on a murdering spree while I’m at work. I do what I can do, though, and lean across the distance and cup his face. “Please let this go, Sasha. He’s not worth it.”
He cups the back of my head and kisses me softly. “Butyouare,krovinka.” He kisses me again and smiles, “Better hurry up, Cyn, or you’re going to be late. Call if you need me, and I’ll be here when you get off work.”
