Page 28 of Psychological War

“Who the fuck are you?” Carlos's voice slightly shook. He was scared of her, not that I could blame him. Just staring back at her, she was completely calm. After stabbing the guy she stood back like she hadn’t just murdered the guy in cold blood.

Fuck.

My dick was now pressed against my god damn jeans, and I needed some relief soon.

Salem took a step closer to us.

“Lady, if you take another fucking step, I will fucking end you.” Carlos's accent was thick and heavy. I barely understood what he was trying to say. But the moment he said he would end her I felt the anger rise in me.

The tiniest smirk played at her lips, if you were not so observant, you’d miss it. Stretching her foot she stepped forward.

Naughty.

It shouldn’t make me want to spank her ass, but I did. I wanted to smack her plump ass until it was black and blue. Until you could see my handprint on it. She wouldn’t sit down for weeks without feeling me there.

I was so caught up in wanting Salem, Carlos shoved me to the ground, barely giving me enough time to move my hands up to catch myself. Getting to my feet quickly I glanced over as Carlos charged at Salem. Ready to defend her myself I felt a hand grab my shoulder.

“Don’t,” Dimitri ordered. I didn’t have time to think about what he said before he was grabbing hold of my arm, dragging me to the back door, leaving Salem and Carlos.

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Salem

Mylifewasoutof control.

Everything was out of control.

I didn’t even know how or when it became this way. But it was.

I’ve been in Boston for a while now. All my thoughts were surrounding Zane, and his whereabouts. I should be focused on Orlando, tracking him down. Which I have been, but my thoughts keep going back to Zane. Where was he? Who was he with?

I was becoming like a jealous girlfriend. But I didn’t do relationships. I didn’t do well with physical contact.

Which is why I had tracked him down to the warehouse. I planned on just following him until I saw him and the men he was with get attacked. I should have walked away, but the nagging feeling in my chest wouldn’t let me.

If I had known that they would have left me, just completely disappeared while Carlos attacked me, I would have just left him to find his own way out.

The fucker left me. I could have died.

I mean highly unlikely due to the fact Carlos literally punched like a bitch, but something still could have happened. Especially when four more men showed up trying to save their poor leader.

I was fuming when I got back home. He left me alone in the warehouse after I saved his fucking ass.

I shouldn’t be so angry, but I was.

I am.

I am angry.

I could take care of myself. I didn’t need him or anyone else.

But something in me was fighting with my brain with the fact he just up and fucking left me.

Which is why I found myself getting my shit rocked by Orlando and his men. I followed him around for two days, trying to learn everything I could about him. I was angry at Zane and at Aziza for leaving. I had no right to be mad at any of them, maybe Zane. But Aziza left because dance was important to her; she needs it.

They all left.

They will always leave.

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