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I let off the gas. She shakes her head. “You’re going to get yourself killed.”

“I’d never be reckless with you in the car,” I argue.

“You were going 110!” she argues. “I want you conscious, alive, and present on our wedding day.”

“I will be!” I insist. “I’m not being reckless.”

“Don’t ... don’t be so fast, Hunter. I worry that you’re going to hit something or someone will hit you,” Valerie insists. “If I unbuckled right now-”

“You’d wouldn’t dare,” I growl.

“Speed again and find out,” she dares.

I narrow my eyes, and her hand goes to the buckle. We have a mild standoff, but I stay within a reasonable speed and she stays buckled until I park at the club. I walk around the side of the car and let her out. “I’ll stay under the speed limit out there, but once we get to bed...”

“Now you have to work me up. The thought of you getting hurt is the opposite of a turn on. My switch is set to off,” she says as we walk in.

She takes off her coat and, without looking back at me, walks right onto the dance floor. I glower at the manager and he immediately prepares the V.I.P. section as I go to reclaim my woman. By the time I get to her, a guy already has his hand around her waist. I narrow my eyes at him. Valerie spots me, turns, and glowers at the man.

He’s fucked and doesn’t even know it.

TWO

Valerie

“Get off me now.I’m not single. I’m not available. I don’t want you on me,” I hiss.

He puts his hands up. “You didn’t seem to mind when I was grinding on you a second ago. Maybe your man is forgettable.”

“Fuck off,” I grunt, before turning around to walk to Hunter.

The asshole grabs my trailing arm and tugs me back. I narrow my eyes at him. “You’re making a mistake. You’re not my type. I promise you that.”

“I’ve seen you in the news, baby. I know you want more than one man. How about two?” the guy asks as another grinds on me.

Glancing back, I see another stranger. “Oh, we can take good care of you.”

I sigh. “I was trying to have a nice date night. You’re either the on switch, or you’re going to eat your teeth. Choose.”

He laughs. “You’re fierce.”

The other guy gropes my ass. Well. This is going to get Hunter hot, and I know he’s not fond of anyone touching me. It’s a miracle that everyone who’s seen me naked isn’t dead with his level of possession/ protectiveness. I ignore the ass grabber and pull my recent gift from Lief on the guy in front of me. I hear it slice through his jeans and grin. Lief made it extra sharp.

The guy pales as he looks down. “What are….”

“Oh, that’s not my hand,sweetheart. Want to know how sharp I keep my knives, or are you ready to move on?” I snarl. “Your buddy’s getting his hand broken in a second either way.”

“You only have two hands. One hand off me and we’re going to have some fun,” he grunts.

I laugh. “It’s cute that you think your two inches could satisfy me after so much big talk.”

I see Hunter closing in. He grabs the guy’s hand off my ass and I glance back, watching as he breaks the guy’s wrist with a simple twist. The asshole yells just as the music crescendos. He drops to his knees, clutching his hand.

Hunter takes his spot and kisses my neck. “Are you playing nice?”

“No,” I answer. “I thought the owner of the club would have more popularity here.”

The stranger looks between me and Hunter. “You ... you own..”

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