Page 8 of Used By the Bratva

“What the fuck, Tyler!” A woman stands before us, her hands planted on her hips as she glares at Tyler.

I take the opportunity to shuffle my chair to the side, getting out from under his arm.

“Jennifer?” Tyler sounds shocked as he looks up at her, his eyes widening. He moves away from me, stands up, and steps toward her.

She slaps his hands away as he reaches for her. “You told me you couldn’t come to our anniversary dinner tonight because you have to work late!”

His cheeks turn red and blotchy as he tries to reach for her again. ‘Please, baby. You have to believe me. I was working, but then Natalie asked me to go to dinner with her after my shift.”

Jennifer throws her hands in the air, not caring about the dozens of people in the restaurant who are focusing their attention on us. “Am I really supposed to believe this? You brought me here on our first date! I came to get a piece of your favorite cake so we could eat it when you got home.”

“Listen,” he says, holding her hand tightly, “I didn’t think anything of going out with Natalie tonight. She’s been pressuring me for weeks, and I thought one night would shut her up.”

My jaw drops. “Excuse me? That’s not true. I just met him the other day, and he asked me out. I can show you the message.”

Jennifer’s icy blue eyes turn to me. “That’s not necessary. I know what kind of man he is.”

Tyler twists around and glares at me. “You stay out of this!”

“No!” Jennifer yanks her hand away from Tyler. “That's the last time you'll ever do that to me. I was an idiot to forgive you the first time. We’re over.”

She turns on her heel and strides out of the restaurant, people clapping as she leaves.

Tyler takes a couple of steps after her before turning to me. “If you just kept your mouth shut, I could have handled this. I didn’t need you to get involved.”

I stand up; the chair creaks on the floor. “I wasn’t going to lie to your girlfriend for you. If I had known you were seeing someone, I would never have gone on a date with you.”

As I turn to leave, his hand wraps around my wrist, callouses scraping against my skin as he pulls me backward.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going, Natalie?”

“Leaving.” I try to wrench my wrist away from him, but his grip is too tight.

Tyler smirks. “You were saying?”

“She said she wanted to leave. Let her go.” A commanding voice rumbles beside me, and the timbre sends a strange shiver down my spine.

I turn my head, mouth open, wondering what the hell just happened, and my gaze snaps up and falls into the deep blue ocean. It takes a moment for my brain to notice the towering man with the intimidating aura piercing Tyler with his blue eyes. His profile is striking, his nearly black hair combed back perfectly, but he has that tousled, carefree, just-fucked look that only certain men can pull off. One hand is in the pocket of his black pants, and his full lips are tipped into a little frown, sensual and sexy. I force myself to close my mouth so I can swallow my drool. I've never met such a beautiful specimen of a man, as stunningly handsome as him. The epitome of tall, dark, and attractive. My Dark Angel.

“Listen, buddy, I don’t know who the hell you are, but I suggest you leave.” Tyler sneers at the man. He grabs me tighter by the wrist and pulls me closer to him.

“I’m not your buddy. Let her go. Now!” Mr. Angel growls. His deep, smooth tone makes my body hum in all the right places, and heat pools straight to my core. I can detect a hint of a Russian accent in his voice, which sounds just as sinful as he looks.

“Or what?” Tyler is trying to use his best piss-off voice.

“Trust me, little boy, you don’t want to find out.” He chuckles, his strong jaw flexing as he takes a step toward Tyler, so close their bodies are almost touching.

I seize the chance, jerk my arm away, and turn back to face Mr. Angel. The sudden movement causes my brunette locks to fall into my face.

Tyler shakes his head and stares at me. “You’re not worth my time anyway. You would have just been an easy fuck.”

I brush my hair out of my face and squint my eyes.

“In your dreams, Tyler!” My anger gets the better of me, and I grab the glass of water from the table and throw it on Tyler’s face.

Mr. Angel gives me a surprised look, then grabs Tyler’s shirt with one large hand and almost lifts him off the ground. Tyler’s eyes widen in panic.

“Apologize and then leave.”

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