He places his hand on my hand, gazing into my eyes. I swear the man is looking into my soul; I feel him.
That’s so fucking weird.
“Angel, allow me to look at her injury,” the gorgeous hottie says, turning his lips up.
He moves my hand out of the way to look at the injury, leaning in close.
I stare at him, my heart is racing, and I can’t stop the hot, electric shot that runs through my body. This man is causing havoc with my body; it’s fucking unreal. I’ve never felt that with any man’s touch, yeah, not that I allow men to touch me.
“Okay,” I say, nodding in a daze.
“It’s Lisa,” Kitty yells, waving her hand.
“Oh my god! Lisa,” Marie yells, running to a body on the ground.
“Lori, don’t move. I’m going to check on Lisa,” I say, running over to look.
I fall onto my knees to look at Lisa on the ground. There’s so much blood my stomach tosses, and I twist, hurling the contents of my stomach, which isn’t much.
“Oh my god,” Marie yells, shaking her head.
“Lisa,” Kitty yells, trying to shake her awake.
“She’s dead! Lori,” I yell, throwing back my head.
Everything happens like in a dream; I only remember the ambulance taking Lori and inspecting Lisa. Then the cops show up, take photos, and ask many questions.
“I swear, I will look for your murderer,” I whisper, wiping my tears.
“Miss, I need to take a report from you and your friends,” the police officer says, holding his notebook and pen.
“Angel, let me talk to the officer,” the man says, placing his arm around my shoulders. I don’t know why, but I sink into him, burying my face into his chest. I can’t stop crying, and I can’t control my body. I’m shaking uncontrollably.
“Officer, I’ll be glad to talk to you,” the man says, pulling me closer.
God, she smells so good, and I feel safe.
This is fucking surreal.
The police take the reports, and Lori is better than she looks. The medics took her to the hospital to have more tests done to ensure she is okay. Marie went with Lisa to the ambulance.
Kitty and I stayed here until the corner took Lori away.
My heart is aching; my girls are my only family. It hurts to lose Lori, especially losing her to some vicious act.
“May I walk you to your car,” the man says, looking at us.
“We didn’t come in our car; we walked,” I say, crossing my arms and hugging myself.
I can’t stop shaking; my nerves are running crazy.
“I’m Konstantin Kozlov, and what’s your name,” Kon says, smiling a small smile, furrowing his forehead.
The man is too hot; it’s almost sinful.
“I’m Claudette Morgan, and this is Kitty Sands,” I say, shaking his hand.
I glance over at Kitty to see if she’s okay; she’s too quiet, like if she’s in fucking shock. I’ve never seen her so damn silent; it’s fucking crazy.
