Page 3 of Filthy Savage

But before I can wonder if he was worried for me, his expression hardens again.

Maybe it was pity.

“Mind your business, man.” Xander turns back around, grabbing my arm again.

When I wince, the guy grabs him by the back of his neck and yanks him around violently, clutching his shirt in a tight fist.

A muscle in the stranger’s jaw pops as he bores a glare at my boyfriend. “Maybe I wasn’t clear enough. If you touch her like that again, I’ll kill you.”

My stomach clenches, and it’s definitely not from fear.

This man just stood up for me.

No one ever has.

“Who thefuckdo you think you are?” Xander attempts to get free, but it’s to no avail.

He’s used to having control over everyone. His family comes from money, and when you have money, you think you own the world.

The veins on top of the man’s hand jerk like they’re attempting to break free and wrap around Xander’s throat.

From my periphery, I find more men in tuxedos walking over, two of them with the same green eyes as the stranger, and another with blue eyes and longer dark hair. Are those two related to him? They must be.

Xander notices them too, and for a moment, his eyes flash with fear. My mouth lifts into a quick grin as I enjoy the look of horror on his face.

He’s afraid. I don’t think he’s ever been afraid.

“I don’t know what the hell you think you saw,” Xander explains. “But that’s my girl, and how I handle her is not your fucking business.”

The man brings his face nearer, glaring down at Xander with an intense, virile stare. “I’ve made it my business. What are you gonna do about it?”

Xander doesn’t relent, his upper lip twitching.

This guy only clutches his shirt tighter. “You’re gonna leave. Now. You’re gonna get your shit and get the fuck away from her before I permanently remove you.”

The warning isn’t idle. He means it.

“Is that a threat?”

“It is. Do you want a demonstration?”

Xander’s eyes fill with passing terror before they grow with disdain. “Whatever. You want the whore, you can have her. She’s boring in bed, anyway. Half the time, I can’t even get it up looking at her.”

My face flushes, completely humiliated, and I can’t help the small sniffle falling from my nose.

This man’s eyes are instantly on mine, and I’m even more ashamed.

Inhaling a deep breath, I hike up my chin. I won’t let this asshole bring me down anymore.

“Maybe it’s your dick.” The guy clenches his jaw. “Because from looking at her, she’s definitely not the problem.”

My vision grows.

Did he just…

Did he mean…

No, of course not. A man who looks likethatwould never find someone like me attractive. It’s almost laughable to even imagine him liking me. It’s sweet that he’s defending me, but I don’t need someone to say things they don’t mean.

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