Page 31 of Blood and Ruin: The Complete Series

I whip around finding the moron who prepositioned me not two seconds ago.

“Come on, name your price?” Slurring his words, the stench of his stale breath hits me. He raises a brow thinking money will buy him an in.

“I said, I’m not interested. Now get the fuck away from me.” My hands start to shake from holding in the slow rage starting to build, needing some form of physical outlet. This idiot’s face was starting to look like a good target.

He releases a long sigh. “Well… I didn’t want to do this, but… you’re really not supposed to be in here.”

He leans in, his stale breath wafting over me. “But… if you decide to have some fun, I’ll keep this little secret between us.”

Not only does this dick think I’m paid for hire, but he assumes I’m human. I guess I might as well be since my only ability is being able to heal myself. Other than that, I was useless.

Taking a step closer, he makes a show of checking me out, slowly. Bile rises, threatening to expel over the creep and his ugly expensive loafers.

“We’ll have some fun. I promise.”

I push down the bile threatening to rise from my throat and instead focus on the hot blood building in my veins. I had reached my limit of assholes this week. I grip my fists tight, the slow rage bubbling just beneath the surface, but…Alana.

I couldn’t jeopardise her safety, not even if this dick deserved someone putting him in his place. If I wanted everything to go smoothly from here, until we got out, I couldn’t risk drawing King’s attention too closely.

Something told me King would get along with this creep and either way it would end up being my fault. If he found out I’d broke the fucker’s nose, the time it took for me to heal from one of his littlesessions,wouldn’t be worth it.

I step back as he reaches up to touch my face. “Come on, don’t be like that.”

“I said don’t fucking touch me.” Just because I wouldn’t fuck up his face, didn’t mean I’d sit here and let him grope me.

A flicker of violence slashes through his eyes before he covers it with a psychotic smile. Speaking through his teeth, he snarls, “We both know you’re coming with me. So, drop the little bitch attitude and smile.”

I bite my tongue tasting blood. Of course, I’m a bitch for telling this slimy asshole, no.

Glancing around quickly, I spot a couple of King’s guards watching, a smug smirk on their faces as they look on.

Gritting my teeth, I turn back to the pervert and try to think of how to get away from him. One that didn’t include ruining his botoxed face.

Clenching my jaw, I steel myself, knowing this is the best way to escape him without King’s guards being called over.

Pasting on a fake smile, I step into him hiding my revulsion and trying not to recoil when he moves closer.

“You’re right. How about you get me another drink and we can get this party started?” I give him a look, feigning to be sweet and innocent.

His glassy eyes dilate as his smile grows.

“That’s what I’m talking about.” He licks his lips suggestively. Reaching a hand out, my body turns stiff as he runs it down my arm.

“How about we go somewhere… a little more private?”

Fighting the urge to jerk away from him, I hold my stiff smile. “How about that drink first?”

His slimy smile grows. “Stay right there. I’ll get you something special, just for you.”

I’m sure you will. Probably in the form of Rohypnol.

Just as the creep leaves my view, I drop the fake ass smile and look for a quiet place to watch out for my contact.

Spotting a place in the back corner, I take a step toward it when I hear a familiar husky voice from behind me, making me freeze.

“Damn, baby. You look fucking edible in that dress.”

CHAPTER 8

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