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“Temptress.” His voice is dangerous. “Do not leave my side. If anything feels off, it probably is. And, remember, every single one of my men is there to protect you.”
I nod, my throat too tight to answer.
He leads me forward, his presence radiating like a shield and a warning all at once. I hold my purse tighter against me; knowing what I’ve got in there makes me nervous too.
And as the grand doors open, spilling gold light into the night, I understand something better than I have before.
My husband isn’t just a man. He’s a deadly weapon.
Chapter 83
FINN
Song- As The World Caves In, Sarah Cothran
There is no relaxing when it comes to events like this. No matter how much you prepare, no matter how many people stand on your side, you never know when shit will go south.
It’s how I’ve lived my entire life.
Coiled. On edge. Waiting for everything to fall apart.
And no matter how many times Theo or Enzo try to reassure me this is a clean in-and-out job, I know better. Nothing is clean when it comes to the Bowens.
Our father lost his life to these men. Conan spilled the blood of Arthur’s younger brother in the cage. We’ve hunted each other across oceans, each strike leaving scars. Even after we moved to the States, he found a way back to us. To hurt Conan.
And now I’m meant to put my trust in Theo. Not a man I give my faith to lightly. He has a long fucking road ahead before he earns this alliance.
As we enter the room, it’s a sea of bodies. A woman brushes into my side as she walks past and stops.
“Excuse me, darlin’, we need to get past,” I say.
“Oh, sorry.” She steps back, flustered, and moves to the side and keeps walking.
Stephanie’s hand slips from mine, and I immediately turn to face her. Her nostrils are flaring, her eyes are daggers as she crosses her arms over her chest.
“What?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
She steps closer and pushes against my chest so my back is against the wall.
“Call another woman darlin’ again, and neither of you will be walking out of here alive,” she says with a straight face.
It makes my cock twitch, her being possessive like this.
“I hear you. No problem. Never again.”
She blinks at me. I think she was expecting me to fire back. But I understand. To me, it was being polite. Life is different now. Stephanie is the only woman who has a nickname.
“Well,” she smiles.
I curl my fingers around her throat and lean in.
“I wouldn’t threaten me with death again though, love,” I whisper in her ear, and she shivers against my touch.
“Why is that, Dr. Quinn?” she whispers back.
“Because that makes me hard as fuck,” I tell her, feeling her skin heat.
“Noted.” She winks and smirks back at me.
