Dirty Hands

“I do not want you being in a closed space alone with him, Anastasia.” Tristian’s face was as hard as a rock and cold as ice. Anna’s face twisted, and her brows raised as confusion spread across her face.

“I don’t understand. What are you talking about?” Anna chuckled and folded her arm, watching Tristian’s jaw become as sharp as a knife.

“He was staring at you like he wanted to rip your clothes off and kiss you right here. He was doing that before me. I simply cannot have that. Next time, if you need to meet him, it must be in the open or with me by your side.” He asserted, and Anna’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Do you realize that Jacob is my ex? He was my boyfriend for two years. I carried his child! Why would I be scared of him? I don’t need to be careful around him, Tristian.” She replied. Anna found his anger funny, but at the same time, she was getting pissed.

“You do, Anna. You need to be careful around him. No one knows what he’s capable of. Jacob Wade is not a good ma