Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Brooklyn

I jump to my feet, blushing and heading for the door.

pors I reach it, Davis comes back in.

Whoa whoa whoa!" he says, putting up hands to stop me. I shrink in front of him.

"Where you going, baby?" He rubs a hand up and down myarm.

Instinctively, I jerk my arm away from him.

Davis keeps moving towards me, but for every step

he takes, I take one backwards. Soon, I feel myself bump into a table behind me.

He presses up against me. There's nowhere else to go.

His stink invades my nose, and I swallow down a gag.

Right now, I almost wish I were human so the smell of his body odor wouldn't affect me so much.

"You'd better be a good girl for me," Davis whispers, his hot breath on my face. "Or else your sister's gonna pay. She owes me a lot of money. Tonight, you're going to work some of it off." I'm scared to death, a little whimper escaping my mouth.

What does he even mean, that I'm going to work some off?

Dammit, why does shifting have to be forbidden around non-

it to slash this pudgy fuck's stomach, I risk

starting to see how some humans are able to use

power right now, even though I'm at least three

body is frozen, and even though there are other people in here, will

in their current

you mind?" The voice drawls from behind Davis. "That's my doctor you're

peer behind him, shocked. I recognize that deep, chocolate tone, and it sends a

It can't be...

stands the Werewolf Mafia King, hist

our sessions," Kenwood says. "So would you mind getting the fuck off

says, putting up his

his chin at him, telling him to get lost. Davis gives me a dirty look

a step

and thumb, turning my face

Did you miss

in my mind. Part of me- the

I should scream and run. But I'm fixed in

he purrs. "We're going to have to put on a little show, for Davis there. If I let you go now, he'll probably cut your throat for the embarrassment you caused him." I glance over at the bar and see Davis

breath ratchets up as

Kenwood takes another step closer to me.

me and the savage by

will it follow me out and do

Brooklyn," Kenwood says. "Shall we make it

Slowly, he wraps it around his finger, drawing the fabric taut against my skin. Then he yanks, snapping it. The left corner of my dress front sags down, revealing my

he breathes, staring down at my chest. "I wanted to

that's racing through my veins anymore. Something in his

is clawing and clawing at me, desperate for this

what is wrong with

man looking at

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