My shoulders slumped as the guy wrenched me across the room. I could barely keep my head up at this point. There was nothing I could do.
No one was going to save me.
Chapter thirteen
Dmitri
I elbowed a dancer blocking my path. As if sensing my rising temper, everyone else in the vicinity cleared out of the way. But I didn’t even see them.
All I saw was that man’s arm around Alisa’s waist, and the glassy look in her eyes. She stumbled, and he yanked her forward with a grimace.
I was going to cut his fucking hand off.
The instant Alisa’s unfocused eyes caught sight of me, her mouth dropped wide open. And stayed that way.
What the fuck was wrong with her? I’d never seen her lose control like this.
The guy didn’t register her reaction, didn’t even glance at her as he yanked her towards the door.
I blocked his path.
“Excuse me,” he said, trying to maneuver Alisa’s swaying body in the opposite direction.
“What thefuckare you doing?” I growled.
When he met my eyes, his expression transformed from annoyance to wide-eyed trepidation.
“I’m just trying to get my drunk girlfriend home,” he said, his throat bobbing as he swallowed.
Bullshit. I’d been stalking her for weeks, and I’d never seen this guy before. I didn’t even spare him a glance after that, my entire focus on Alisa’s wobbling form.
“D-Dmitri,” Alisa slurred.
It’d been a long time since I’d felt surprised. But shock rang through me when shewillinglyreached for me.
“Help me,” she said, bunching her hand into my suit jacket.
Her lip started to tremble, and my vision turned red. I wrenched the guy’s hand away from Alisa.
A tear tumbled down her cheek, and I knew I wouldn’t be finished with this guy until he was crying blood.
I snapped his wrist at a sharp angle. Bone peeked through the skin, and he screamed loud enough to be heard over the pounding music.
It wasn’tnearlyenough.
Security was approaching us. All I wanted to do was cut off the heads of anyone who got near Alisa when she was this vulnerable.
A tall man appeared behind me, and I grabbed him by the throat.
Ivan coughed behind the pressure, and said in Russian, “I found you a room to deal with this.”
I released my loyal man and ordered him to take that asshole there while my other men dealt with security.
Alisa was still trembling, and she was looking at me like I was some sort of hallucination.
“What happened?” I asked.
Alisa blinked rapidly, then released my suit like it’d burned her. She shook her head and tried to take a step back. But she just stumbled into a dancing couple behind her.
