I catch Cece’s wide blue eyes as I pass and hold her gaze. I hope she understands that I don’t do this for any other girl here but her. Sure, I might keep the other girls from getting molested while they work. But I don’t get anywhere near killing mad if they get their tits squeezed or their asses slapped.
Only Cece.
She may not understand what that means for me yet, but she will soon.
The crowd promptly parts for me and my captive as we make our way toward the back exit. Don’t need the local cops getting a free show to the ass kicking by throwing him out the front door. No, I prefer privacy for these moments.
I kick open the heavy black door and shove the guy against the brick wall of the alleyway. The dickface shuffles his feet, trying to regain his balance, and straightens his suit jacket. He’s fucking wasted and the guy is worried about getting wrinkles in his suit. Figures.
“Don’t fucking touch me, man!” he slurs. “I’ll sue your ass so fast—”
My laughter cuts him off. “Do you really think I’m worried about a lawsuit from you? Get your ass out of here. I don’t want to see your face in this club again.”
“All because I touched a whore?” he spews, spittle flying everywhere. “That bitch was teasing me all night, shoving her tits in my face and wiggling her ass at me. She wanted it.”
I really was going to give him a pass because he’s so drunk.
Despite the fire that sparked in my blood at the sight of his hands on Cece, I was actually going to let him walk away with all of his teeth still in place and bones left unbroken. There’s just no sport when they’re this hammered.
But he just shot all that to shit by calling Cece a whore and a bitch in the same breath.
And he’ll be fucking lucky if I ever let him draw another breath again.
I hear his nose crunch under my fist as I launch my first punch.
The second one knocks the breath out of him.
The third makes him stagger before falling to his knees.
I yank his hair back, forcing him to look me in the eyes. “You never talk about her again. And you never come back here. You do and you’ll be picking up all those pretty white teeth off the ground. Understand, motherfucker?”
With a swelling eye and a bloody mouth, he actually has the balls to smile. “Ah, I get it now. She’s your whore, huh? You’re tapping that. Does her pussy taste as good as it looks?”
My fourth punch knocks him the fuck out.
I leave him bleeding in the dirty alleyway.
For the last six months, this is what’s been happening to anyone who disrespects Cece.
No man is allowed to touch her.
Not unless that man is me.
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Acknowledgments
As always, to my husband Sean, I probably never would have started writing if it wasn’t for you. You’ve supported and encouraged me from day one, and made me believe that I could accomplish great things. YOU make my dreams possible. Thank you for that, and for every other beautiful thing you bring to my life.
To my sister-in-law, Kim, thank you so much for your valuable insight and knowledge of Colombian culture. The authenticity of your experiences has really added a special element to this story, and I couldn’t have done it without you!
To my parents, I’m constantly reminded of the foundation you both provided as I was growing up. You have influenced more of my decisions in life than you could possibly know…in good ways! Your love and support over the years has led me to where I’m at today, and helped me become the person I am.
To the rest of my family, it would be a cliché to say that you all inspire me. But you do. You inspire my stories, you inspire my characters, and you inspire my determination to do the very best I can with each and every project I take on. Despite all my quirks and craziness, you guys have always had my back through everything. Which makes me quirky and lucky.
Lastly, to all of my readers, those who have been with me from the beginning and those who are brand new, THANK YOU times infinity. Your feedback over the years has been amazing, and your support has been overwhelming. I know that if you guys aren’t happy, then I’m not doing my job, so I always want to hear from you. Thank you so much for hopping on this rollercoaster with me, and for sticking with me throughout my journey! I so so soooo appreciate all of your love!
About the Author
Melanie grew up in a small town in rural Missouri. After marrying her husband, she decided she wanted to try coastal life because why not? A few months later, they moved to North Carolina where she discovered her passion for writing, and they never looked back. They are now enjoying life with their beautiful daughter in Savannah, GA and loving every minute with their little Georgia peach.
Melanie’s other passion is traveling and seeing the world. With anthropology degrees under their belts, she and her husband have made it their goal in life to see as many archaeological sites around the world as possible.
She has a horrible food addiction to pasta and candy (not together…ew). And she gets sad when her wine rack is empty.
At the end of the day, she is a true romantic at heart. She loves writing the cheesy and corny of romantic comedies, and the sassy and sexy of suspense. She aims to make her readers swoon, laugh out loud, maybe sweat a little, and above all, fall in love.
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