Page 104 of Damaged
Because iftheycan find me…hecan, too.
“Aro.”
Sean, my bodyguard, steps into the suite and shuts the door behind him.
“He’s getting impatient.”
“He’s always impatient,” I mutter.
Marcus is immature, entitled, and doesn’t know the first thing about making a woman come. But at least he doesn’t hit me. That’s enough, these days.
I buckle the second heel and rise, smoothing my black leather mini dress over my hips. Turning, I lift my leg onto the chair to adjust the thigh holster strapped high on my skin. One can never be too safe when regularly associating with felons.
Sean’s voice drops low. “Fuck, Aro…”
His eyes trail the line of my thigh, lingering too long.
I arch a brow. I’ve always liked Sean. But I’m not dumb enough to act on it. Cheating on a career criminal with a hair-trigger ego is a good way to end up six feet under.
Maybe in another life, I could afford to fall for a guy like Sean… muscled, loyal, gentle with his eyes. But not this one.
“You’re too good for him,” he says, tone reverent.
I hold his gaze for a beat. I wish I could be the woman he thinks I am. But she disappeared a long time ago. Somewhere between my mother’s last breath and Maryanne’s blood on the floor.
“I’m too good for anyone.”
I glance at myself in the mirror, fixing a curl of dark, chin-length hair. I don’t see Carolina anymore. That girl is dead.
As the wise Blair Waldorf once said:"Have a little faith, and if that doesn’t work, have a lot of mimosas."
Cheers, bitches.
