He reaches for me, and I shove hard against his chest.
To my horror, Starke grabs my fist and yanks me towards him.
“Hey! Let me go right now!” I yelp in surprise. “How dare you manhandle me like that!”
“You will come with me, whether you like it or—”
Out of nowhere, a guy appears and snarls at Starke, “Let her go right now.”
“Stay out of this, asshole,” Starke snaps back.
My eyes trace over the stranger. He’s the literal personified image of tall, dark and handsome. His close-cropped black hair and the dark shadow of stubble over his face accentuate the lightness of his bright blue eyes. He’s wearing a black shirt and a black jacket, but from the unbuttoned neck I can see tattoos coating his skin and crawling up the side of his thick, muscular neck.
The tendons are pulled taut over his neck and along his jaw as he takes a step towards Starke. My eyes roam over his broad shoulders and solid-looking body. The guy clearly works out. He's almost the same height as Starke, which says a lot, because Starke is a brute.
The stranger glances at me, and my heart practically somersaults into my throat. Fuck me, those eyes are intense.
My heart races in confusion and desire, because holy fuck,he’s gorgeous—but what the hell is he doing?
Knight in shining armor? He doesn’t look the type. He looks like aI don’t give a shit about anyonetype.What would I know about how a knight in shining armor is supposed to look, though?
“I said, let the girl go,” he snarls again, his voice is deep, vibrating through me as he strikes some sleeping chord in my body and hums it to life.
Starke releases his grip on me, and I huff, rubbing my wrist in annoyance. He turns towards the stranger, and I stand staring and wondering what the hell I should do.
Run, before the distraction is over and Starke makes another grab for you.
I’m about to do just that when Starke realizes what I’m up to and storms towards me again.
The stranger doesn’t skip a beat. He launches at Starke, swinging his arm with incredible force. He clocks Starke on the temple, and the giant of a man hits the ground, lights out!
“What the!” I yell in surprise, suddenly worried that this has gone too far.
But the stranger doesn’t stop there. He grabs my wrist and shouts, “Run, he won’t be down for long!”
On autopilot, I start running. This whole thing is so wildly out of the norm that I haven’t had a second to process any of it.
Chapter 3 - Anton
At first, I thought it was just some random guy walking towards her in the parking lot, but when he got closer, I noticed a distinct mafia appearance to him.
I decided that it was one of Josiah’s guys, maybe even her bodyguard.
That was until they started arguing.
Even from where I was sitting in my car, it was obvious she didn’t want to go with the asshole, and it was obvious that he was determined to take her.
I wasn’t going to get involved so quickly, thinking it was better not to make myself known just yet, but when he put his hand on her, something inside me snapped, and I was storming towards them with purpose.
The possessive hunter inside me took over, and in a matter of seconds, I had the asshole on the ground.
Izabel just stood there, looking bewildered. She’s clearly not used to any kind of confrontation, being an innocent who has no idea about the mafia world, and this whole thing has her in shock.
I grab her hand.“Run, he won’t be down for long!”
I don’t know if I expected her to put up a fight with me as well, but she didn’t.
And now she’s running with me. In my mind, it’s a clear indicator that she wanted nothing to do with that guy and is happy to escape him.
