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Princess Bridget von Ascheberg of Eldorra would be the death of me.
Alex Volkov.
“Say, ‘I’m sorry for being a limp-dicked idiot who doesn’t know how to respect women.’”
“I’d rather you hate me alive than love me dead.”
“Even worse. He’s running your life and you’re not getting any dick from it.”
“I take it you’re not a fan of electronic music.”
“It sounds like a Mountain Dew commercial gone wrong.”
“Come here, Princess.” I opened one arm. She stepped into it and buried her face in my noninjured shoulder.
“It’s nice,” he said. “What?” “Your real smile.”
“He’s wearing shoe lifts. He deserves to be threatened.”
“I suggest you stop lookin’ at me like that, Princess,” I said, my voice lethally soft. “Unless you plan on doing something about it.”
“My mother was a bitch.”
And if he was stupid enough to ignore my warning, I would hunt him down, rip off his balls, and feed them to him.
“I’m going to miss you.”
“I’m going to miss you too, Princess.”
“It wasn’t the boy’s fault,” I said. A tear slid down my cheek before I could stop it. “I hope he knows that.” “He knows,” Rhys said. He rubbed my tear away with his thumb. “Don’t cry for him, Princess. He’s all right.”
Bridget von Ascheberg would be the death of me.
“It is the perfect solution. I can’t wait. Maybe I’ll do more than dance. Maybe I’ll find someone to kiss and take up to—” Two seconds later, I found myself pinned to the wall.
“If you think I was anything close to happy these past six weeks,” he said grimly, “you couldn’t be more wrong.”
He brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face, and my hand twitched toward my gun.
“Say the word, and I can make it look like an accident,” I said after Andreas was out of earshot.
That’s my girl.
Even when you’re not there, you’re everywhere. In my head, in my lungs, in my fucking soul. And I’m trying very hard not to lose my shit right now, sweetheart, because all I want is to cut off that fucker’s head and serve it on a platter for daring to touch you.
“Go into your room and lock the door.”
“But first, I want to make one thing clear. From this point on, you’re mine. No other man touches you. If they do…” My fingers dug into her skin. “I know seventy-nine ways to kill a man, and I can make seventy of them look like an accident. Understand?”
“You’re so lucky to have a hot bodyguard. Or not, since you can’t hook up with him.” She laughed, and I forced myself to join. “Of course not,” I said. “That would be crazy.”
I was lucky I didn’t hit my eye, or you’d be fucking a pirate impersonator.”

