Page 49 of The Devil Can Be Kind

I knew there was a chance I would get hurt, but I wasn’t going to let a man get shot over one drunken kiss.

I lurched forward and forced myself between the two men.

“Marco!” I shouted up at him.

Nothing.

“Marco, enough!” I grabbed either side of his face with my hands and forced him to look at me.

His black eyes sliced to mine, full of nothing but violence and I flinched at the brutality I saw within him. A brutality I had never seen before.

“Please don’t do this.” When the words didn’t seem to be enough, I caressed the side of his face gently.

His breathing remained heavy, but I could see the turmoil on his face as he weighed up whether or not to listen.

He eventually gave me a slight nod and relief flushed my skin.

“Jesse! Get him out of here!” I immediately yelled over my shoulder.

I felt, rather than saw, the man be shoved away.

Marco retracted the Glock and stored it back behind his waistband, never taking his eyes off me.

I waited until I was sure Jesse and the other man had left the area, before I let my hands drop back to my sides. “What the fuck was that?” I demanded, stepping away from him.

He smirked and shrugged as if nothing had happened. “What was what?”

This man’s personality was like a tornado, and I was starting to grow fucking tired of it.

Anger and frustration engulfed me in an instant.

I downed the rest of my drink and grabbed my bag off the chair. “I’m leaving.”

I shoved past the asshole and after spotting Jesse in the crowd I walked toward him. One look at my face and he immediately took me to the elevators, calling one for us and letting me in first when it arrived. But just as the doors started to close, a hand swung in, and they jerked open with a whine.

My scowl of annoyance quickly turned into a growl.

Marco barked something I didn’t understand at Jesse as he stepped into the confined space, and it quickly sent Jesse flying back out the open doors. He shot me an apologetic look from the hallway, leaving me alone with the Don as the doors slid shut.

I seethed quietly in the corner as the elevator began moving, descending the floors and heading for the underground parking garage.

I couldn’t hold back my irritation any longer. “You’re a fucking asshole, d’you know that?”

Marco let out a boyish laugh and my blood boiled.

When the doors dinged open for our floor,I immediately sprung out of the elevator and marched over to Jesse’s SUV. I pulled at the handle, but unfortunately for me, it was locked and there was no sign of Jesse. I mentally smacked my head against a brick wall.

“Why are you so mad? You don’t even know the guy.” Marco leaned against the car casually, as if he hadn’t been holding a gun to someone’s head less than five minutes before.

“Why do you think?” I yelled. “You can’t just scare off everyone that approaches me and threaten to shoot them! Who do you think you are?”

I could see his light-hearted expression turn irritated at my question.

“I’mthe guy that owns your ass. I do what the fuck I want. When I want. If I don’t want another man touching you, then he isn’t fucking touching you!” He shouted right back at me, storming closer as he spoke.

“This isn’t the middle-ages. I can do whatever Iwant. Get over yourself!”

“I can’t decide if you’re brave or stupid speaking to me like that,” he spat, now less than a foot away.

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