Page 6 of Vicious Sabotage

When she whirled to go back inside, she barreled right into Carver. Hitting his chest hard, she issued a loud grunt. “Oof!”

He gripped her by the shoulders to steady her.

“How dare you dismiss my bouncer! Who the hell are you anyway?” Sparks shot from her eyes like burning sapphires.

“You can call me Wolfe. Colton Nox sent me to guard you.”

Chapter Two

Livia did not need a bodyguard. And definitely not one who barged into her bar and took over.

She stalked away from the big, buff jerk as fast as she could given Badlands was already packed with people.

“Where are you going?”

How did Wolfe’s voice carry over the loud music and her customers having a good time?

Tossing her head, she shot him a glare over one shoulder. “I’m calling Big Dan right now.”

“Big Dan?”

“My bouncer. You already failed—you’re supposed to watch the door!”

She rounded the bar in a show of irritation. The wide wooden top would provide a bit of a barrier between them while she thought about her next move.

One, call Big Dan.

But if this imposter managed to persuade her bouncer to leave, that wasn’t very good, was it?

She let out an inner wail. She did not need the added stress today.

Then things got worse.

Wolfe strolled behind the bar like he owned the place, forcing her waitress, Emory, into a corner.

Livia whirled to face him. “Do you mind? This is a place of business! If you want to act like a big, tough bouncer, why don’t you throw out the guys in the back who insulted my waitress and upset her?”

She waved a hand at Emory. The young girl needed a leg up in the world. She was too shy and fearful to fend off assholes who hit on her until she was in tears. Working at Badlands was a bad fit for her personality, but as long as she was willing to try, Livia was willing to do her best to shield her from the evils of working in a bar.

Wolfe eyed Livia. She was used to dealing with pushy men, but this one was the ultimate alpha-hole.

He also towered over her by more than a foot and was stacked with muscle. One swipe of his hand would send her flying.

Seeing an opening, Emory darted out and made an escape.

Livia glared up at the overbearing man.

He took a step closer.

So did she.

She pitched her voice low, hoping only he heard her. “I am totally safe.”

Danger flickered in his dark eyes. “I heard different. And I always listen to my men.”

Colton was his friend. That meant Wolfe probably had military training.

Helpful…yet unneeded.

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