Page 8 of Brutal Legacy

Crap.I’d smacked a girl?

“You hit me!” she cried.

Before I knew what I was doing, I clamped a hand over her mouth and maneuvered her into the ladies’ room.

She fought me, scratching my wrists and biting my fingers, like a wildcat in a sack.

“Shh, stop! I didn’t mean to hit you, it was an accident,” I whispered in her ear.

She continued to fight, so I held her firmer and gave her a shake. She was breathing hard, and her high, firm breasts were pressing into my forearm. It was distracting.

“Listen. It was an accident, okay? I thought you were about to hit me, so I hit you first… I’m sorry,” I hissed.

I had her pressed against the door, her body bucking into mine. Her face was trapped by my hand, and her huge dark eyes were glaring up at me, pure fury in their depths. At my words, some of the fight went out of that fiery glare. She sighed.

After a moment, she relaxed and mouthed a question behind my fingers. Gingerly, I freed her lips.

“An accident?” she repeated. Her voice was husky like she’d injured her throat through screaming against my hand. Her lips were full and dark red. My touch had slightly smudged her lipstick.

“An accident. I’d never hit a woman on purpose,” I told her firmly.

She narrowed her eyes at me. “If it was an accident, then you’ll let me hit you back to even the score.”

I blinked at her.What the hell?

“I don’t have time for your little game,” I snapped at her and tried to step past.

“Leave and I’ll scream that you stole Ren’s wallet,” she countered.

I stilled and frowned at her, grinding my teeth.

She smirked and tilted her head back, resting it on the door. “Didn’t you know that’s who you were stealing from? You got a death wish, or are you just clueless?”

“I was actually trying not to die, but thanks for the information,” I said roughly.Fuck.Who the hell had I messed with? Maybe I could still put the wallet back.

“Why were you going to die?” the girl asked.

She was pretty. Now that I took a second to notice, she was uncommonly beautiful. If we were caught alone, explaining that I was only trying to get away from her would be hard to believe. With her lush body, tousled hair, and smudged lipstick, who would believe I’d been able to keep my hands off such a temptation? She could cause me more than a headache.

I took a deep breath and blurted out the truth. “Not eating for nearly a week tends to have that effect,” I muttered and looked toward the window in the ladies’ room. That should be my escape route.

“You’ve not eaten in a week?” she exclaimed and then peered at me closer, a thorough up-and-down inspection. “Are you homeless?”

I let out a bitter laugh. “Why? Is that a crime too here in your perfect town?”

She wrinkled her nose. “That’s not an answer. You smell like you’re homeless.”

“That was the cattle truck,” I fired back.

She opened her pretty pink mouth to say something else, no doubt something that would piss me off, just as the ladies’ room door slammed open and a hand reached inside and grabbed me.

“Here’s the thief, right here. Georgia, did he hurt you?”

The guy she’d called Ren was studying her carefully. She narrowed her eyes at me. I waited for her to tell the man that I’d hit her. Her cheek was still red.

She shook her head. “No, he didn’t. He didn’t touch me.”

I stared open-mouthed at the girl as the man pulled me out of the bathroom and clapped a heavy hand on my shoulder.

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