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Page 6 of Enforcer's Obsession

My friend giggled. “Yeah, I guess I had a few too many,” she said.

“How many did you have?”

She shrugged, a soft, hazy I smile on her face. “Three, but you know I’m a one drink only kind of girl,” she said.

It was true.

She was one of the most warm, bubbly people I had ever met, and she didn’t need alcohol to fuel that.

“Well, I guess your headache in the morning will be your payment for the indulgence,” I said.

She shrugged, the smile still on her face.

“Yeah, but it was worth it. And at least there’s eye candy,” she said, her gaze drifting in the direction of the booth in the back where the man sat.

But she wasn’t looking at him. I followed her gaze over my shoulder.

Instead, she was smiling dreamily at the man sitting next to him, one with equally dark hair and the beginnings of a beard.

Every time my gaze had strayed back to that dangerous stranger, his companion hadn’t even glanced in my direction.

But I wasn’t fooled.

My instincts told me that both men knew exactly who and what was around them. So there was no doubt that both men had seen Molly and I, and probably dismissed us as not a threat.

That knowledge didn’t make me feel at ease.

In fact, I knew the nerves that were on a low simmer would only recede when I was back at my apartment with the chain slid across the door. Back when I was a little girl still innocent enough to dream, I’d never imagined I’d be a twenty-three-year-old almost too terrified to go dancing with her best friend.

One who felt more comfortable alone behind a locked door than with people.

Yet that was where I now found myself, and I didn’t bother to pretend that I couldn’t wait to get out of here.

But first I would make sure Molly got home.

“Well, why don’t we go?” I said.

I stood, and Molly did the same.

I grabbed her around the waist when she stumbled, only barely managing to keep my balance. Molly was at least a half afoot taller than me and, as she liked to say, with enough breasts and thighs it would be a shame not to share.

“I was going to say that I could get home fine, but that would probably be a lie,” she said with a quick giggle that made her shoulders shake.

I shook my head, smiling at her. “It would be, and besides, you have to let me take you home so I can read the nasty text you wrote to?—”

I stopped before I finished, the sound of the bell ringing as the door opened cutting off my words.

But the bell wasn’t what shocked me into silence.

Two men had walked in. “Are those?—”

Whatever Molly had been about to say was silenced by apop.

She jerked against me and I turned.

I watched in horror as she was thrown to the ground.

Before I could fully process what I was seeing, I felt myself falling, falling, falling, and belatedly braced for impact with those lovely wood floors.




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