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Page 4 of Enforcer's Obsession

Molly smiled, and I took another sip of my fizzy water.

“You know,” she said, “it’s your fault I even wasted my time with that jerk in the first place.”

“Mine?” I asked, looking at her with my brows furrowed.

“Yeah. If you had come out with me to the club that night, I wouldn’t have met him.”

I rolled my eyes but didn’t respond.

Besides, what could I say?

If I wasn’t at the animal shelter, I preferred to stay home.

Even though hard experience had taught me home could be the least safe place in the world, now that I was out on my own, I was always more comfortable in my own place.

Being in a new environment like this had me grinding my teeth and my pits sweating.

I was practically a hermit, and though I hated to admit it, the thought of going out to a club with my best friend was one of the most terrifying things I could think of.

Or rather, one of the most terrifying things I allowed myself to think of.

Besides, I knew what was out there, just as I knew I wanted no part of it.

Which was why being in this place made me so uncomfortable.

I shifted in my seat, noticing that the chair was sturdy and the table clean.

I reevaluated my first impression of the place. The outside hadn’t looked too special, but the inside screamed class. The tables and chairs were expensive, and, I noticed, none of the upholstery had holes, rips, or stains.

There was a low hum of music I didn’t recognize, and the air was cloudy withcigar smoke, but not the cheap kind that my stepfather liked.

This smoke smelled of sweet cedar wood and leather. They definitely didn’t sell these cigars at convenience stores. But the quality didn’t make me hate the smell less.

“Well, it is out of the ordinary,” I said.

Molly nodded. “It is, and it’s the perfect place to live my life motto,” she said.

I laughed, and said, “How could I ever forget Molly’s Iron Law of Life, which is, and I quote, ‘the best way to get over one guy is to get under another.’”

She laughed, then took another drink. “Exactly. There’s hope for you yet. No pun intended,” she said after she swallowed another gulp of champagne.

“Well, I don’t think you’re going to find anyone here,” I said, daring to let my gaze drift around the room again.

Stopped dead when my eyes connected with dark orbs that were studying me.

I swallowed nervously, but then froze, wanting to look away, but finding myself unable to.

Every instinct I had screamed danger.

I knew what it was to be prey, and when I looked at him, I felt like a rabbit trapped in the sights of a starving wolf.

He was definitely that.

Appealing, attractive, but undoubtedly a predator.

I let out an audible sigh when he finally broke our gaze to look at his companion.

But even though he wasn’t looking at me, I could sense his attention. Felt like he was keeping tabs on me.




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