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“Takes one to know one.” I lift the side of my mouth, fluffing out the jacket to put back on, then threading my fingers through my hair.
He only nods his head in a ‘touché’ motion.
Once we are out of the room, we head back to the party. I’ve wasted my time enough on that fool, but I will admit the high from it was mild. Not giving me the fraction of what it will be like for Victor.
Stepping on the last step, I’m swallowed in as the guest range growing larger. Bedford's going to be in for a treat, or his computer may malfunction from all the records he has to keep up with.
Although eager visitors swarm the room, one person captivates my mind; my eyes scan the room to find her.
Not at the bar.
I stride into the banquet hall, only to be greeted by a vision I despise. My chest chokes me like the man I killed. I’m fucking angry all over again. His presence alone provokes past reminders, dangerous memories that never go away. The jealousy I wish I didn't feel pricks every cell and bone in my being. I clench my fist as fury drowns me like a large wave.Control yourself.
Boone steps beside me, still visible, even though that fucker ordered him out of the party. Victor probably doesn't even remember.
“Looks like someone caught his attention,” he murmurs.
My entire face turns hot like molten lava as I watch the man I hate, the imbecile that engraved these markings on my chest, the one who killed Carter, with his arm wrapped around Anita’s waist like he scored the most prized possession.
He did.
Chapter 4
Anita
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Operation: Get to Victor; Kill him.
I swear when I get back to Hollow City, I’m burning this dress in the incinerator. Then, I’ll scrub my body so hard my skin will peel.
Tonight is one of those nights where I cage in my reflexes. Instead of moving like a cheetah and snapping Victor's hand until all twenty-seven of his bones broke free. I had to succumb to his scaly fingers and act like a dainty girl who’s not recoiling from his touch.
The worst thing for a woman is to pretend to be someone who she doesn’t want to be. The one thing my mother taught me is to never allow a man to think you enjoy his presence.
Unfortunately, at this moment, it’s a sacrifice I have to make. Besides being a disgusting creep that has no game or understanding thetruemeaning of how to approach a woman, something bad is going to happen. I can sense it.