Page 59 of Beauty & Chaos

“Fuck!” I curse, refusing to look away as the two of them continue embracing and the guy rubs her arm.

Who the fuck is he?

“Get your fucking hands off her.” I growl, though no one else can hear me. Fury blasts through me as I try to get out of traffic and park.

Beep!

Beep!

Beep!

Beep!

Fucking New York City.

Beep!

Beep!

Beep!

I put my foot on the gas. Possession fills every cell in my body as I weave through the frustratingly slow traffic and breathe in through my nose and out my fucking mouth.

That shit doesn’t work.

I don’t care who that asshole is, Brooklyn McKenna is mine.

No. Shit. Not mine forever, just mine now.

I’m her goddamn knight in shining black fucking armor.

Until I say so.

Fuck this. New rule: I. Do. Not. Share.

I won’t shareher.

And it’s time Brook and all the men in this city understood that.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

BROOKLYN

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Reaching the door of my apartment, I shake my head, smiling at the beautiful orchid sitting on the floor.

“You staying in tonight?” Decker asks me.

He’s done such a good job this week. I barely know he’s there. “I am. Thanks for being so discrete. You are good at your job.”

He smirks. “Cool. Have a nice night. I better head home to the wife.”

“Have a good night,” I say, thinking how lucky she is.

He’s extremely hot despite his tough edges. Then again, he’s a US Marine, so he’s not exactly going to be a teddy bear.

When he leaves, I pluck out the note and unlock my door. It’s starting to look like a florist in here. I put the plant down beside the white roses...and the yellow ones.