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I-I-I, the man stammered unintelligibly.
He knocked into the asshole with his shoulder. Man the fuck up and answer me!
I didn t mean it. The bastard actually looked like he was about to start crying. Revulsion
raced through Kostya. Weak. Pathetic. Loser.
Movement near the hood of the car filtered through his hazy red vision. Holding her clutch in
both hands, Holly stared on with wide eyes. Streaks of mascara ran down her face. The sight of her
ripped dress made him want to crush this bastard s balls. Kostya?
Pushing his forearm against the man s throat, Kostya sucked in a steadying breath. He held
Holly s terrified gaze. Did he hit you?
She quickly shook her head, those long blonde tresses swishing around her shoulders. No. I
mean not until he threw this at me. She gingerly rubbed her reddened nose and scratched cheek.
The urge to beat the man bloody was strong. Not wanting to make such a big mess in her front
yard, he decided to give the fucker a taste of his own medicine. Eyeing her clutch, he ordered. Bring
it to me, Holly.
She swallowed nervously before walking toward him. He snatched the clutch from her hand,
took a quick step back and smacked the bastard right across the face with it. With a backhand
movement, he slapped the man again, making sure to catch the metal closure against her date s skin. If
Holly was going to bleed, so was this loser.
Oh my god! Holly gasped with shock, and the sniveling little shit in front of him started to sob
hysterically.
Did you like that?
N-n-no! The guy cringed and lifted his shoulders in a bracing move, as if he expected to be
hit again.
Kostya considered it but didn t think he could keep his bloodthirsty instincts in check much
longer. Do you think she enjoyed being hit with it?
No.
Maybe I should follow you home, tear your clothes and call you names in your front yard.
Would you like that?
No. Please!
Disgusted by the pathetic excuse for a man in front of him, he released his hold and shoved the
man against his vehicle. Get the fuck out of here. Now. Stepping close, he hissed, If I ever find out
that you so much as look at Holly again, I ll fucking come for you.
The guy s panicked gaze flitted along the tattoos exposed on Kostya s neck. He was stupid, but
he wasn t that stupid. I won t. She ll never see me again.
I m holding you to that. He pushed the man into the front seat. Go.
Shaking and crying, the asshole shut his door. Kostya grabbed Holly s hand and dragged her
safely behind him as her date from hell punched the gas and spun his tires. He tore down their street
and disappeared.
Concerned for her, Kostya pivoted quickly, cupped her face and tilted back her head. He gazed
at the injury. We have to put ice on that.
Dazed, she clutched his wrist, her soft fingers curling along his skin and setting his body alight
with need. Thank you.
Teased by the scent of her perfume, Kostya dropped his gaze to her pink lips. Perhaps he could
have just one kiss& ?
No. Don t be stupid. Get her inside. Go home.
Clearing his throat, he took his hand away from her face. You don t have to thank me for
helping you. He spotted the goose bumps rising along her exposed skin. A cold wind blew across
them. He picked up her jacket and draped it around her shoulders. Let s get you inside before you
freeze to death.
Not arguing with him, Holly led him up her sidewalk and into her home. Their floor plans were
similar with his house only slightly larger. Where he had chosen a dark hickory for his floors, she had
picked out a pale, gleaming oak. Her walls were a breezy shade of blue and bedecked with photos
and witty word art pieces.
The differences in their lives had never been more perfectly presented to him. She was sweet,
fun and lived a full, happy life. He was dark, somber and lived a life filled with terrible secrets and
even worse deeds.
Shaking off that depressing thought, he said, Go change. I ll make an ice pack for your face.
Oh, Kostya, you don t have to do that. Embarrassment caused her ears to flush. You did
enough coming to my rescue out there with Cody.
He committed the other man s name to memory along with the license plate on the car. He fully
intended to pay Cody a visit in a few days just to rattle that bastard s cage. Where the hell did you
meet someone like that?
His mom comes to the salon. She s friends with my mother. I guess they thought it would be a
good idea to set us up. You know, the flighty cosmetologist with the successful divorce lawyer. He
had tickets for the Weston Christmas Gala so I accepted the date thinking he might have some
potential.
What about me? Does she think I have potential? No, he silently acknowledged. He had been
friend-zoned from their very first meeting nearly a year earlier. For her safety, it was best.
He s scum, Holly.
He was just a little drunk and really stupid.
I ve been very drunk and extremely stupid, but I ve never put my hands on a woman. He
flexed his fingers at his sides rather than indulge the clawing need within him to caress her bare skin.
Men like that are dangerous. You will never go out with that man again. Do you understand?
Excuse me? Her green eyes went wide with surprise at his harsh tone. You re my friend, but
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I-I-I, the man stammered unintelligibly.
He knocked into the asshole with his shoulder. Man the fuck up and answer me!
I didn t mean it. The bastard actually looked like he was about to start crying. Revulsion
raced through Kostya. Weak. Pathetic. Loser.
Movement near the hood of the car filtered through his hazy red vision. Holding her clutch in
both hands, Holly stared on with wide eyes. Streaks of mascara ran down her face. The sight of her
ripped dress made him want to crush this bastard s balls. Kostya?
Pushing his forearm against the man s throat, Kostya sucked in a steadying breath. He held
Holly s terrified gaze. Did he hit you?
She quickly shook her head, those long blonde tresses swishing around her shoulders. No. I
mean not until he threw this at me. She gingerly rubbed her reddened nose and scratched cheek.
The urge to beat the man bloody was strong. Not wanting to make such a big mess in her front
yard, he decided to give the fucker a taste of his own medicine. Eyeing her clutch, he ordered. Bring
it to me, Holly.
She swallowed nervously before walking toward him. He snatched the clutch from her hand,
took a quick step back and smacked the bastard right across the face with it. With a backhand
movement, he slapped the man again, making sure to catch the metal closure against her date s skin. If
Holly was going to bleed, so was this loser.
Oh my god! Holly gasped with shock, and the sniveling little shit in front of him started to sob
hysterically.
Did you like that?
N-n-no! The guy cringed and lifted his shoulders in a bracing move, as if he expected to be
hit again.
Kostya considered it but didn t think he could keep his bloodthirsty instincts in check much
longer. Do you think she enjoyed being hit with it?
No.
Maybe I should follow you home, tear your clothes and call you names in your front yard.
Would you like that?
No. Please!
Disgusted by the pathetic excuse for a man in front of him, he released his hold and shoved the
man against his vehicle. Get the fuck out of here. Now. Stepping close, he hissed, If I ever find out
that you so much as look at Holly again, I ll fucking come for you.
The guy s panicked gaze flitted along the tattoos exposed on Kostya s neck. He was stupid, but
he wasn t that stupid. I won t. She ll never see me again.
I m holding you to that. He pushed the man into the front seat. Go.
Shaking and crying, the asshole shut his door. Kostya grabbed Holly s hand and dragged her
safely behind him as her date from hell punched the gas and spun his tires. He tore down their street
and disappeared.
Concerned for her, Kostya pivoted quickly, cupped her face and tilted back her head. He gazed
at the injury. We have to put ice on that.
Dazed, she clutched his wrist, her soft fingers curling along his skin and setting his body alight
with need. Thank you.
Teased by the scent of her perfume, Kostya dropped his gaze to her pink lips. Perhaps he could
have just one kiss& ?
No. Don t be stupid. Get her inside. Go home.
Clearing his throat, he took his hand away from her face. You don t have to thank me for
helping you. He spotted the goose bumps rising along her exposed skin. A cold wind blew across
them. He picked up her jacket and draped it around her shoulders. Let s get you inside before you
freeze to death.
Not arguing with him, Holly led him up her sidewalk and into her home. Their floor plans were
similar with his house only slightly larger. Where he had chosen a dark hickory for his floors, she had
picked out a pale, gleaming oak. Her walls were a breezy shade of blue and bedecked with photos
and witty word art pieces.
The differences in their lives had never been more perfectly presented to him. She was sweet,
fun and lived a full, happy life. He was dark, somber and lived a life filled with terrible secrets and
even worse deeds.
Shaking off that depressing thought, he said, Go change. I ll make an ice pack for your face.
Oh, Kostya, you don t have to do that. Embarrassment caused her ears to flush. You did
enough coming to my rescue out there with Cody.
He committed the other man s name to memory along with the license plate on the car. He fully
intended to pay Cody a visit in a few days just to rattle that bastard s cage. Where the hell did you
meet someone like that?
His mom comes to the salon. She s friends with my mother. I guess they thought it would be a
good idea to set us up. You know, the flighty cosmetologist with the successful divorce lawyer. He
had tickets for the Weston Christmas Gala so I accepted the date thinking he might have some
potential.
What about me? Does she think I have potential? No, he silently acknowledged. He had been
friend-zoned from their very first meeting nearly a year earlier. For her safety, it was best.
He s scum, Holly.
He was just a little drunk and really stupid.
I ve been very drunk and extremely stupid, but I ve never put my hands on a woman. He
flexed his fingers at his sides rather than indulge the clawing need within him to caress her bare skin.
Men like that are dangerous. You will never go out with that man again. Do you understand?
Excuse me? Her green eyes went wide with surprise at his harsh tone. You re my friend, but
you don t get to tell me how to live my life. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]