Page 5 of Enforcer's Obsession

Which I understood.

I was out of place here, and not just because of my clothes.

Still, his attention was…unsettling.

I put a lot of effort into making myself invisible, but I wasn’t invisible to him, and it fucking terrified me.

I dared another glance, barely letting myself linger for a millisecond.

He wasn’t looking at me, but I still had his attention. He was probably trying to figure out what I was doing here.

Or maybe he already sized me up.

Marked me as a victim.

Classified me as someone weak.

After all, that was what men like him did.

I knew that, just as much as I knew my name.

But I wasn’t weak.

I wasn’t a victim.

Not anymore.

Still, if I had my way, none of that would matter, because Molly and I were going to be out of here soon, and I—for sure—would never be back.

But first things first…

“God, Hope, how could I be so stupid?” she said with a huge sigh.

“You weren’t stupid, Molly,” I replied, patting her shoulder.

I kept my gaze focused on Molly as I fought the urge to look for the man again.

It was ridiculous, and I was here for Molly and nothing else.

My friend gave me a watery smile. “That’s nice of you to say, Hope. But let’s face it: I’m a grade-A dummy. I mean, you never would have fallen for Zander’s lies.”

“Molly, you’re not a dummy. Zander is just a great liar, and that’s his fault, not yours,” I said.

She shook her head. “I guess, but I need to take a page from your book.”

I tilted my head as I looked at her. “How so?”

“You have what my grandma called discernment. I need some of that,” she said.

I smiled indulgently.

Molly thought I had discernment, but she was wrong. I knew almost nothing about men, and what I did know made me reluctant to find out more. Single was definitely the way for me. I mean if a dipshit like Zander could hurt Molly so badly, what could the type of man who came to a place like this do?

I didn’t know, and I had no intentions of finding out.

Molly was toying with her glass, collecting condensation on her fingertips. “Are you finished with your drink?” I asked.

It was time to make our exit.

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