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“Okay, then tell me the time and the place. Where do you live?”

Yeah, like I’m going to give this asshole my address.I open my mouth ready to rattle off a fake address, when suddenly, someone clears his throat.

I look up and my heart drops.

Micah is standing a few feet away from us, near the entrance. And the look on his face is quickly growing from annoyed to dangerous.

“You know there’s a lot of things in this town that I’m getting used to,” Micah says as he saunters over to us. “How quiet it is. How long deliveries take. The fact there are no organic kumquats in their grocery store.” He reaches us and then pins Tony with a look that can only be described as murderous. “But the one thing I can never get used to is random assholes thinking that they can just grab anyone they want. That gets me heated, especially when it’s my woman.”

Tony’s eyes show his surprise and he shares a look with his boys before he sneers. “She’s your woman?”

“Yup. So you better take that hand off, or I’ll take it off for you. I’m trying to be on best behavior here so I’m giving you a chance to rectify your error. But if you push me, believe me, you won’t like my methods.”

“Oh yeah?” Tony laughs like it’s funny. “And what are you gonna do, preppy boy?”

Micah doesn’t say anything in response. He simply closes his eyes and begins humming quietly.

The other men share a confused look as he does, but only I know what he’s doing. He told me before that when he gets really angry, he sometimes has to hum to calm himself down. And that’s what he’s doing now.

Tony and friends find it funny, but only I know the danger they’re in. I’ve seen Micah fight and I know what he’s capable of. But I’m also worried about Micah picking a fight with them. Sure, he beat Robbie up pretty easily but these guys look rougher. And there are almost ten of them,

I try to deescalate and pry my hand out of Tony’s grip. “Let me go, Tony. Please. I’m serious.”

“Oh, you’re serious, huh?” He gets to his feet, still chuckling. “Listen, just because you managed to get this idiot here to see you as something other than a whore doesn’t mean shit to me. I remember you. I know who you really are.”

The anger flares up in my chest again but before I can say anything, before I even see it coming, Micah’s fist smashes into Tony’s face.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

MICAH

If I had a nickel for every time I wanted to talk to Carly and ended up in a fight with some bonehead, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s strange that it’s happened twice in such a short time span.

I guess I can’t really be surprised. Carly is beautiful and sexy and has that mysterious grace that just intrigues a soul. When she focuses on someone, it makes you feel like the most important person in the world. And being the focus of that quiet intensity feels electric. Incredible.

It’s part of why I walked in here, eager to see her in the first place. She’s the first person I want to tell about the deal with Declan, the only one I really want to share this exciting news with. I can already see her eyes light up, glittering with amusement at my excitement, her lips parting to flash those pearly whites at me as she utters something so delightfully snarky.

And then maybe I’ll kiss her after she does. Maybe that will lead to more kissing and I’ll have to take her to an empty room or a back alley where I can make love to her under the stars.

The idea heated me from the inside when I got out of my car. But when I walk in to find Carly being accosted by yet another asshole with his hand on her, that heat turns into something else entirely.

The bastard has his hand wrapped around her wrist, tugging her closer. And unlike with Robbie, her expression is wholly hostile to this man. She hates him.

Which is good. That just gives the angry red-eyed demon inside more reasons to destroy him.

As I walk to them, my vision is a haze with the only point of focus being her and the bastard.

My heart thumps like a war drum as I stride to them. I hear my voice order him to let her go. He says something stupid back. I don’t care about whatever the fuck he says because the whole time, I’m just trying to give him a few seconds to see reason and obey, my blood pounding in my ears, that murderous rage building and building.

But maybe I could have let it go if he let her go at any point during that wait. It’s not like I’m a maniac who just likes to go around fighting people all the time. I’m sane and logical for the most part. Maybe I could have somehow suppressed the urge to cave his face in if he’d only listened to Carly’s urgent plea for him to let her go, if he’d understood how close to the edge I was seeing him touch my woman, make her uncomfortable.

But then the bastard made it so much worse when he decided to call her that ugly word.

And from that point on, I completely lost it.

So you see, I can’t be blamed really for plowing my fist in his face. Neither can I be blamed for grabbing his head after the fact, and slamming it right into the table.

“Micah!” Carly screams but it sounds like it’s from far away and it’s hard to hear her over the pounding in my ears.

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