by Christina OW
Lee looked under Steve’s arm; it was Ash. She hadn’t heard him come in. He was very rigid, his fists were clenched and his body looked tight. His face was grim and red. His eyes stayed focused on Steve. He looked like he was going to pounce on him at any minute.
Steve let go of one arm but his other hand stayed firmly on her left arm. He pointed at Ash and shouted at him, unmoved by his livid posture. “This is none of your business. Go pull a cat out of a tree or something!”
“Ash calm down, I can handle this.” It was like she hadn’t said a word. Ash, didn’t move, his expression still livid.
“I’ll be pulling your hand off if you don’t let go of her.” His lips were moving but he stayed perfectly still.
“Ann, will you and Maria go into the kitchen, please.” Billy spoke softly.
Ann didn’t move neither did she try to protest. She was shocked by Steve’s boldness. Billy went up to her. He pulled her and Maria and guided them into the kitchen, then locked the door. Joe however, remained where he was, his body tense and ready to move.
This was beginning to scare Lee, she didn’t like where this was heading.
Steve was finding this amusing, with a wicked grin on his face, he crushed her arm in his hand. The pain shot through her whole hand like a current. Then he twisted her arm and pinned it on her back, making the pain and discomfort worse.
“Oww!” Lee yelled in pain grabbing at her shoulder.
In a flash, Ash was next to them, his fingers wrapped around Steve’s neck. Ash’s eyes had changed. They were no longer a deep brown. A deep silver color was creeping into his eyes completely submerging the brown.
Lee wasn’t sure what shocked her most, his eyes, or the fact that he was choking Steve.
Steve let go of her and she dropped to the floor, cradling her arm. Ash then lifted him up in the air by his neck, with one hand. His lips twitched on the side, he was more livid than before.
Joe and Billy appeared at his sides, trying to pull his arm and its captive down. Steve was kicking and scratching, gasping for air. He was trying to pry Ash’s fingers open but it was useless. It only made Ash tighten his grip.
“Ash! You’re turning!” Joe sounded urgent, but Ash didn’t draw back.
He then threw Steve across the room like a rag doll. Steve hit the wall with a thud. Lee could swear she heard something break. She didn’t dare move from where she was; she stayed on the floor too stunned to do anything. Steve was wiggling on the floor, crying out in pain and struggling to breathe.
Billy and Joe grabbed Ash’s shoulders, trying their best to restrain him. They were moving so fast that Lee thought she was hallucinating.
“Ash, stop! You are going to kill him!” Billy was the one shouting now. But Ash kept struggling to get free. He heaved forward, and then backward with so much force it sent Joe and Billy flying behind him. He crossed over Lee and had Steve up and pinned on the wall in a second.
Lee was getting lightheaded, everything around her was moving so fast. She raised her good hand and held her head up. Ash was talking, but she couldn’t hear him, her head was spinning.
“I’ll kill you!” Ash whispered in Steve’s ear before he threw him again, this time he landed on the table next to the door. It broke under his weight. Steve’s scream jolted Lee back. She knew he was hurt, bad.
Joe and Billy were on their feet. They rushed to Ash’s side. This time they were able to wrestle him to the ground. Every time Ash got out of Billy’s hold, Joe jumped on him. They were turning, rolling and jumping on each other on the ground. They moved so fast, it was like someone had pressed fast forward. Ash was like a raging bull, fixed on destroying his target.
Ash managed to throw them both off him. He looked around the tables searching for Steve, his silver eyes cold and angry. He spotted Steve and rose to his feet. Steve was out cold, his body limp and bleeding.
“Stop!” Lee scrambled to her feet and stood in Ash’s way. He didn’t take another step. He stood still and looked down at her. His teeth were bared and seemed sharp, his silver eyes were on her, and his breathing was heavy. His arms were wide at his sides with his curled fingers spread open.
Joe and Billy rose from the ground slowly. They stood behind Ash, ready to hold him if need be. With a single word, Lee had done what they had spent five minutes trying to do.
She backed up slowly. She stopped and crouched down next to Steve’s battered body. He was alive, but hurt. She looked up at Ash, shocked, scared; she didn’t know what to say. If he had another second, Steve would be dead.
Ash’s body sagged. He closed his eyes and bowed his head.
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Damien Chan pulled his sunglasses down to the tip of his nose to give his eyes a clear view of the beauty that had just crossed in front of him on the other side of the pool. He hadn’t expected—well it was Miami and seeing beauties pool side was the norm of each day, but this one... there was something special about this one. He could tell by the way she walked in her six inch strapped sandals that exposed perfectly pedicured toes and sturdy ankles. There had to be a secret to balancing in those neck breaking heels and look so mouth watering doing so. He never understood why women tortured themselves trying to look taller, but he gained a whole new appreciation for the neck breakers. His eyes travelled up from the silver charm anklet that sat seductively around her ankle, to her caramel stiff shaped calf that spoke of how fit she was.
Damien loved a woman who kept fit. Nothing jiggled and she had a combination of tight and soft in all the right places.
His eyes journeyed up to her thighs—Damien smiled to himself—toned and jiggle free. Just the way he liked them wrapped around his waist.
Her thighs rounded up into a perfect ass partially exposed by the white swimsuit she had on, but tastefully covered by the see through thigh high robe that rode slapdash on her shoulders. The bottom of her swimsuit had golden circular hoops at both sides of her waist bone, clearly the only things holding the bottom pieces together. Very Victoria Secret like.
Damien shifted uncomfortably on his lounge chair. The bottom half of her had him so hard already he had to raise his knee to hide the evidence.
She turned around, giving him a back view of her body. He wished she would—
“Yes!” he whispered with a discreet air punch.
The flimsy robe slide down her arms so fluidly, like a gentle caress and pulled at her waist before she tagged it completely off and tossed it on the lounge chair. Damien had never felt so jealous of a piece of clothing before. What he would give to be that robe!
Her back was exposed, except for the thin straps that tied behind her neck and across her back to hold up the swimsuit. She had what looked like a delicate back, the outlines of her shoulder blades were visible and so was the hollow deep between that led to the round curve of the small of her back to the top of her ass. She had what looked like a tattoo there, but her dark complexion and the distance made it impossible to tell.
“Holy…” Damien breathed when she turned around.
It was official. He’d just spotted the sexiest woman in the world. Someone call the Guinness records guys! Such perfection should not go undocumented. Every male species needed to see her, for generations to come!
The top part of her suit tapered up to what looked like a three inch piece that sat along her belly up to meet the bikini top part of the suit. Those two girls were also tastefully hidden, with just the right amount of boobs slipping out. He could already imagine pressing his face between those babies.
He moved up to her visible collar bones, to her long swan-like neck
, up her chin, slightly smiling lush red lips, button nose and—
“Shit!”
She’d caught him staring and now she was staring back with a certain glint in her eyes as she lowered herself onto the lounge chair. He held her gaze and for a moment, Damien thought she was challenging him. Did she think he wouldn’t hit on her because she’d caught him staring? Or was she challenging him to do so, so that she could shut him down, publicly humiliating him?
Damien clenched his jaw as his temper flared. He hated conceited chicks who thought their obvious beauty made them better than everyone and any guy would be lucky to be seen with them. He’d made that mistake of dating a girl like her once; he was certainly not going to make it again.
He’d come here to enjoy himself and plough through as many women as he could to get over his stupid broken heart. And as much as he wanted her to be his big finale—because she would be the perfect lay for the last day of his two-week vacation—being a conceited bitch disqualified her.
He broke their gaze and turned away just in time to see a big white bald oaf charge at her. It was clear he was after her—his gaze was locked on her and his powerful heavy strides spoke trouble. Victoria Secret was the only one who looked worth the trouble in the whole place. Damien turned back to her. She was still staring at him, not at all sensing the danger. How could she not? Everyone else on her side of the pool seemed to have created a cautionary distance.
The oaf stopped next to her, grabbing her arm and yanking her up. “Vladimir vants you now!” he barked.
The woman just gave him a bored look, nonchalantly taking her arm out of his hold. She bent to retrieve her robe, sparing Damien a look that said something, but he wasn’t sure what before she sashayed away, walking with no urgency despite the oaf’s grumbles behind her.
What was that look? He wondered before he asked himself why he cared.
She seemed quite comfortable being the girlfriend of a Russian mobster. Another assumption, yes, but he’d been a cop too long not to be able to recognize the type.
His cop instincts wanted him to check them out but… “I’m on vacation. I’m not here to work or end up in a shootout over a girl. They are the feds problem anyway.”
He pushed his glasses back in place, crossed his wrists behind his head and went back on the hunt to find his finale girl.
Table of Contents
Dedication
Candle Light...
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
About the Author
Other Romance Books by Christina OW
Excerpt
