Page 49 of Connected

“With my compliments,” Travis smirks.

Kat looks up in horrified surprise. “You… What the hell did I tell you? Stay thefuckaway from me,” she shoves him back. “Now take your fuckin’ champagne back and go shove it up your ass!”

“Hey, hey, Kat, calm the hell down. What’s goin’ on? Is he botherin’ you? If he is then leave him to me—I’ll put him back in his box.” Digby pushes Travis hard in the chest, “You know, I don’t know who you are, but if she told you to leave her alone then that’s exactly what you should do—comprende?”

“Kharosthi, yarazberus’ setim,” he utters—gesturing for his personal security to leave. “Oh, I understand perfectly,” he smirks. “But just one question—How much?”

“How much? How much for what?” Digby’s confusion is more than obvious from the way he hitches his eyebrow.

“For her.”

“For what? For her? Are you some sort of fuckin’ clown? What the… I sure as hell hope this is a fuckin’ joke?”

“No, I’mdeadlyserious. I never joke when I want something. So, name your price I’ll pay anything you want—give you anything you want.”

“Sheisnotfor sale. Now get the fuck away from us before I rip your fuckin’ throat out.”

“Net!”Travis raises a hand holding his security back. “Net…vsevporyadke. Nepodkhodi—on idiot!”

“Are you Russian?” Kat frowns.

“Net—No, not exactly. My father taught me some of the language, I just add the accent for effect—I think it makes me sound kinda badass, right?” he grins, “Do you know Russian?”

“Yeah, actually, I do. My grandmother taught me.”

“Wow—well, that’s impressive. Was your grandmother Russian?”

“No. No, she just did it so I would know what assholes like you were saying. Now get the fuck away from us.”

“You know…” Travis snarls angrily, “you need to watch your mouth. Be careful how you address me.”

“Oh, why? You gonna run home to momma and cry, you arrogant asshole. And for your information… I won’t be doinganythingwith you. But you put your hand on me again and I’ll fuckin’ break all your fingers—followed by your balls.”

Digby grins and shoves him hard again, then he swings out with a fist.

The first crack of knuckle against cheekbone thuds loud and draws attention within the club to their altercation. Oz and Bud stand up ready to fight as four guys, from near the bar, step forward.

Travis holds his hand up and gestures for them to hold their position, as Kat steps up between the two-menacing alpha males.

“Whoa… Now just wait for a damn minute and stop this. This doesn’t need to happen. Look, thanks for the drinks, but I’m not interested in you. Now please, just go away and let us enjoy our evening.”

“Oh, but it needs to happen. I can’t let him get away with that.” Travis sneers, shoving Kat away. The two alpha males square up to each other and staring eye to eye—they circle the furniture between them.

“You wanna do this here, really?” Digby snarls, his teeth bared. “Or you wanna take it outside? Do it properly. I’m happy to do whatever you want.”

“Oh, I don’t want to fight. I just came to claim her.”

“Well, you can’t have her. She’s bonded to me so she’s mine—she belongs to this pack.”

“And I’m challenging you—I want her.”

“Diggs calm down man,” Zak cautions. “He’s pushin’ you—winding you up. Don’t let him get to you, man.”

“He started this Zak. Coming in here like he owns the place. It’s not happenin’. You’re not doing anythin’ to her unless it’s over my dead body, but then I’m sure she’ll still rip your fuckin’ head off, anyway.”

“Stop it!” Kat screams as the room fills with the club’s security. “I’m not some piece of meat to fight over.”

The two males continue to dance around each other and Digby shoves hard, pushing Travis back. Zak and the team step forward beside him. It’s a menacing sight and as a table gets turned over the security guards step in cautiously splitting them apart.

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