Page 6 of The Bratva's Secret Baby

He prowled closer, every step calculated.

“Take your filthy hands off the girl and fuck off!” His accent was American but with a bit of Russian etched in it.

My attacker breathed out a wisp of furious air, frustrated at the man’s interruption.

“Piss off. This is none of your business.”

A dangerous smile crept on the man’s face. “Wrong answer.”

In the blink of an eye, he lunged forward with a growl of rage.

His big hands grabbed the guy by the shoulders, spun him around, and with his clenched fist he delivered a hard blow straight into his face. The scumbag collapsed to the ground, moaning in pain. His fingers clamped over his bleeding nose, his whimpering cries echoing in the darkness.

The stranger ambled over to him, gripped him by the collar of his shirt, and landed another blow to his face. This time, he didn’t let him slump to the ground. Instead, he fisted his hair to keep him on his feet, hauled him closer to himself, and whispered something in his ear.

Whatever he said, the scumbag nodded repeatedly. “I-I’m sorry,” he stuttered with fear, as he staggered passed me.

My eyes widened, my mouth agape as I tried to process what the hell had just happened. The stranger took a step forward and I instinctively backed away. He had just saved me, but I was still in shock and scared.

“Are you okay, Miss?”

His voice was low and calm, his eyes lingered on mine, and he took another step and closed the distance between us. I couldn't take my eyes off him, couldn't move. I wanted to say something, but the words didn't leave my mouth.

My breath quickened and an unfamiliar heat tightened my insides as I could feel just how close he was to me. His piercing blue eyes, his tall, rock-hard body, and his raven black hair mesmerized me. And his deep, sexy voice - ugh, he was the epitome of a man.

So fucking rough and sexy.

For a moment we stood there, still and silent. He searched my face, drawing out blush and goosebumps.

He quickly shrugged his suit jacket off and put it over my shoulders. The scent of his musk cologne and the warmth of his jacket burned on my skin, simmering into my core. As his fingers brushed against my bare skin, a strange, passionate desire inflamed in me.

Whoever this stranger was, I had the feeling that he was going to cause me trouble, big trouble.

Chapter Three

Damien

Fuck, she was beautiful.

As she looked at me with those dark sparkling eyes, a heatwave of desire shot through me, sending an ache to my throbbing cock.

I needed release soon! I had to claim her.

Like a wild beast, I zoomed in on my prey and she had no clue. She was going to find out soon enough that her snooping around my business could be deadly for her. But not tonight. Tonight, I had other plans for her.

She was nervous, and her gorgeous face traced me with a curious look. She wondered who I was and thought I was some kind of gentleman. A fucking hero for saving her.

Unfortunately, I was anything but.

I knew she had questions. And I was certain she wouldn’t like the answer. The only reason I saved her was to find out what she knew and where she got her information from. And, of course, I wanted to have a little fun with her.

Damn it, no whore had me as aroused as Rosanne had in the first few minutes. She was mine now and I could do with her whatever I wanted. Even though the plan was to get rid of her, I got strangely uncomfortable at that thought. I never had a problem killing someone, but her?

Fuck!

Sheismine.

My nostrils flared at the thought that someone else had almost hurt and touched what was mine. That blonde bastard. The only thing I could think of was my sweet little Rosanne and all the ways I would fuck her tonight.

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