Claimed by a Dangerous Man
"Who did that to you?" His voice pressed, demanding.
But I had to shut him down if I wanted to keep myself together. "If you get to keep things from me, then so do I."
“If I find out who he is—if I find him…”
“I hope you don’t,” I cut in. “Because I’d rather he was already dead.”
“I won't be at peace until you see it for yourself. Either his grave, or his death right in front of you.” He inched closer to me, pulling my chin more and more until our faces were very close. “And remember, Leandra ....” His words sounded like a promise. His breathing was so heavy, so determined. “The moment you watch that bastard die, you’ll see me there too.”
***
Being my best friend’s delivery girl isn’t exactly my idea of fun. Usually, it’s annoying.
But this time? This time, it led me straight to him.
He kissed me—this stranger, so alluring that it made me think of him all the time. The scent of his body, his heavy voice, his pierced grey eyes ... it all stayed with me. Haunted me. Drove me crazy.
The problem? He wants nothing to do with me.
He keeps his distance, tells me to stay away, says I need to forget him. He says he’s a dangerous man.
But how do I forget someone who’s already under my skin? How do I let go of the one man who’s already claimed my heart?
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