The rage in her eyes was not to be mistaken. “What are you doing, Lake?” I managed to keep my tone level while holding onto her wrist for dear life. My eyes refused to believe what was taking place before me, but when her fist reeled back, I snapped into action, saving the face of the wide-eyed girl who wasn’t expecting to get her face pummeled for being groped by me.
It was a good thing I had lifted my hands when I did, or I would have lost them when the blonde was snatched away and thrown on the ground. It was backward, and it would only make sense to someone who walked in my shoes. I was thinking of ways to change my mind without embarrassing her because I wasn’t a complete dick… at least not to people who didn’t affect me. This chick made my dick want to deflate and die. My hands instantly sought out her ass, and when I felt the soft globes under my hand, disappointment flared. Her breasts pressed against my chest when I caught her. One flash of a smile and she was instantly on me. She batted her eyelashes for the hundredth time, officially going into overkill. My desperation for a distraction overshadowed my better judgment, and before I could rethink it, my attention turned to the nearest hopeful notch. I slipped from the black leather seat of my car, and before I could even close the door, I was swarmed. The last forty-eight hours were spent looking for Mitch. They were convinced if I didn’t put the bullets in him myself, then I was somehow responsible for what happened to him. The first forty-eight hours were spent in an interrogation room trying to persuade the moronic detectives I hadn’t tried to kill my own brother.
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