Page 19 of One Love

“AmIstalkingyou?You’ve got some nerve.”

“Yes, I do.” He wags his brows, approaching me with purpose clear in his pale gaze. The scar cutting through his eye seems more prevalent in the harsh lighting of the corridor, but no less captivating.

For some reason, I want to know the reason behind it, what he had to endure to get it.

I don’t give him the chance to cage me against the wall—which is clearly his intent—stalking toward him with my eyes glued to his. Most men cower under my glare, but he just grins and moves into the position I was almost in, his back against the wall.

There’s a severe height difference between us, and size for that matter, but I’ve put bigger and badder men on their ass before now.

“What’s your story and how do you know me?” Questions I could’ve asked the other night if I hadn’t been so turned on by the violence oozing from him.

My chest is about an inch from his, and we’re so close that the scent of mint and lavender fills my nostrils.

“No knife this time?”

I want to smack the smile off his face. Instead, I pull the knife from my waistband and hold it against his balls.

“Better?” I barely recognize my own voice with the way I’m snarling at him.

“Like a walk down memory lane.” He continues to avoid my original question and my anger grows. Or frustration. Fucking annoyance.

That’s not the only thing that grows, because this fucker’s dick is pressing against the denim of his jeans.

“Why the fuck are you hard right now?”

“I like a woman who constantly threatens my balls.” He narrows his eyes, grin still firmly in place, eagerly waiting for my next move.

“Fuck you.”

“Yes, please.”

I don’t think I’ve ever snarled before, but here we are.

“You’re cute when you growl like that. Like a tiger.” He snaps his teeth close to my face, but I remain still, unflinching.

“You know what? Maybe I’m not just threatening your balls. Maybe I should just do it and ask questions later.” I raise a brow, fully aware I’m not about to cut his balls off because A, he hasn’t actually done anything wrong that I know of and B, I’m not a monster—unless they deserve it.

“You can always try, baby. I’m right here.” He winks, holding his arms out by his sides, completely open to attack.

The noise I make is more of a guttural cry of frustration at this man, knowing I’m getting no answers out of him like this. Turning him on? Yes. Putting the fear of God into him? Not even a little.

“Fuck. You.” I slide my knife back into my waistband and step away, backing up toward the exit because there’s no way I’m turning my back on this unpredictable sociopath.

I mean, I kinda admire it, but mostly not. Breaking him is taking valuable time from everything else going on.

“I love the way you say fuck when you’re pissed. Your cheeks puff out like a little chipmunk.”

Narrowing my gaze on him, I don’t grace him with a reply, pulling on the door handle slamming it behind me as I step back into the casino.

When it comes to this guy, I need a new plan, but I’m too worked up to figure any of that out right now. I make my way through the casino and back to my bike before heading home. Itdoesn’t take long, traffic being minimal at this time of night. It’s my favorite time to ride.

Cutting the engine, I climb off and pull my phone out of its holder, seeing the other pain in my ass has sent me a text. What a surprise. I’m beginning to expect them at this point.

PIMFA:In case you were serious… *Pin drop*

The pin drop is a location by our loading docks, one of the warehouses, if my memory serves me right.What in the actual fuck?

Serious about what?

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