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“What in the fuck, Nikolai?” I hiss at him, shaking out my fist. “If I’d have known, I’d have my brass knuckles on.”

“Good punch though, Miki. You’ll be in the ring in no time,” Jax chuckles as he grabs Bill by the feet and starts to drag him inside the warehouse.

“Towel’s on the back seat, Mik,” Nikolai grunts, bending down and picking up the unconscious Reaper from my feet.

“Have fun. I’m going home,” I tell them, wiping off my bloodied hands.

CHAPTER 40

ANASTASIA

Catchingeyes with Mikhail in the mirror as he enters the room I smile.

His gaze drags up from my heels and he smirks, licking his lips.

“Absolutely fucking gorgeous, Ana,” he mutters as he steps behind me.

“Do you think my dress is too short?” I tug at the hem, feeling self conscious. I fell in love with this red sparkly outfit at the store. It hugs my figure perfectly, covered in delicate sequins. I even got lipstick and heels to match. But, now that I have it all on, it kinda feels cheap. Like it might draw too much attention to me. I want to make my husband wild for me. I know how much he loves my ass. But, it’s only for him to see.

“If I had it my way, we wouldn’t be going, and I’d fuck you in that dress. It’s beautiful.”

He runs his hands over my ass cheeks and squeezes, pressing me against him. I blush feeling how hard he is.

“See what you do to me?” His voice is deep and filled with hunger.

I’m biting my lip, eager for him to just take me to bed.

“Yeah. I just don’t want that happening to other guys.”

The amount of creeps that think it’s okay to stare or try to touch me when I’d go out with my friends, it’s enough to make me want to wear a dress that goes down to my ankles.

“That kind of thing worries you?” He quizzes.

I look up at him. The slight purse of his lips spoke volumes.

“Yeah. I’m a woman. I think every single one of us has had to deal with unwanted attention from a guy. It’s just part of life.”

“Trust me, no one in that room who values their life will even think about looking at your ass, let alone touching it.”

He nuzzles my cheek, the soft touch sending shivers down my spine and causing my eyes to flutter closed.

“I don’t want you getting in trouble because of my butt, Miki.”

“That ass is mine. I’ll protect it at all costs, pretty girl. You wear the dress. You look gorgeous in it and it makes you smile. I’ll stand right beside you, ready to kill any motherfucker that makes you feel uncomfortable. Deal?”

I laugh, but his face is stern.

“You haven’t got to kill anyone, Miki.”

With a dramatic roll of his eyes and a frustrated grunt, he let his annoyance show.

“Fine. Severely disfigure is the best I can negotiate on this one.”

I run my palms up his chest, wishing I could rip his shirt open and lick his tattooed abs.

“I’ll get changed.”

Last thing I need is a bloodbath.

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