ian

ex-boyfriend

ition, then narrowed with a fresh wave

e box in his hand, a vulgar

ou left me for an

, already pale

d

ged by the insult, by this worthless cur daring to lay a hand

get out of the car. Th

toward Lucas, my beta, who

said, my voic

ll, broad-shouldered man, and in his perfectly tailored suit, he was an intimida

an undercurrent of steel. "I suggest you leave M

aced rage, opened his mout

got the

st. The man's tirade died in his throat, replaced by a choked gasp

the box into a nearby public trash can. It was a clea

ropping to a near whisper that was somehow more th

at were now out, recording the scene. He shot one last, venomous look at Johanna, muttered,

e looked trapped. She stood frozen on the sidewalk as Lucas calmly

en the rear doo

to its usual professional monotone.

not a r

read. She had no choice. With a defeated slump of

oundproof luxury. The chaos of the city street dis

" I tol

atching the city lights blur past. I could feel her terror, a pa

ense blocks, I finall

armth. "So that's the boyfri

r eyes were wide, her h

my ex-bo

who seems to think you're still together.

e, calculated strike. I sa

in her eyes as she searched for another

oulders slumping in defeat. Sh

he words barely audible. "

he'd said it. But hearing her confess didn't bring the satisfaction

snarle

the car, a deliberate act of intimidation. I saw her nostrils flare, her breath c

voice a low, dangerous growl. E

aces were inches apart. I looked d

again, Johanna. Wh