Page 6 of Ruthless Oath

She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Well, I always get what I want.”

“That’s because no one has it in them to tell you no.” I eyed her up and down. “And it doesn’t seem like you’ve ever been put in your place either.”

Too bad I couldn’t be the one to handle such a delicious task.

“My place?” She set her hand on her hip. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means spoiled little girls with big attitudes should know not to provoke a man they can’t handle.”

“You think I can’t handle you?” Her throaty giggle intrigued me.

“I know you can’t handle me.”

“Are you always such a jerk?”

“This?” I leaned against the Corvette. “This is nothing.”

“No onecan put me in my place,” she said, enunciating every word as if issuing a challenge. Without missing a beat, she straightened my tie, rested her hands on my chest, then ran her delicate fingertips against my neck. “I’m bored with this conversation. I’ll find you later.”

When she turned to leave, I grabbed her hand and brought her back to me.

“You’re awfully forward,” she said. “Luckily for me, I’m used to your type.”

“My type?” I shook my head. “I’m sure men like me aren’t walking around the campus of NYU.”

“How did you know I went there?”

I would have to thank Milo for that information later. “I’m good at my job.”

“Isn’t your job selling cars?”

“Among other—”

“I’ll kill you,” a man shouted from the entryway of the dealership.

Milo and some of our security rushed toward the commotion. I placed my hand on my gun in the holster inside my jacket.

Lissia scurried to the front of the Corvette as the unmistakable bang of gunshots echoed throughout the showroom.

“Fuck.” I drew my gun as people frantically took cover behind the cars.

In the split second it took me to raise my weapon, one of the shooters took aim, putting Lissia in the crossfire.

Two

Lissia

Chaos.

That was what I found in Marchello’s mocha-colored eyes. Beautifully irresistible mayhem that should have scared me off.

But it didn’t.

Instead, the expression thrusted me into his path.

When he took his gaze away from me, I put some distance between us. His presence created an overwhelming intensity within me that I didn’t know what to do with.

I ran my hand along the smooth paint of the black Corvette. If I could get my father to buy one for me, I would have an excuse to see Marchello again.

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